Broken wings don't serve much purpose,
except for in their beauty alone,
with constant reminders that linger in air,
of days an nights that have flown,
All gone so quickly to notice,
the value of passing minutes,
it's hard to see the forest ahead,
when you find you are within it,
Death for some a gift of life,
reborn to see it anew,
to finally know all the answers you had,
of times when you hadn't a clue,
why do song birds sing so sweet,
and why is the sky so blue?
Innocence is often lost,
to many back in youth,
except for the enlightened few,
who fear not in the truth,
When for you a peace would come,
to take away all the worry,
your feet will finally get a rest,
from living amid the hurry,
It seems I have a few years left,
or decades for all I know,
perhaps I must endure the pain,
for seeds I've left to sow,
I wish that I could see you again,
in all your earthly glory,
though I tell of you,
in the words that I cry,
of our poetic story,
Tears they hit a barren page,
they flood my very being,
releasing for me the poet within,
a gift for me in freeing,
opening up my eyes to the world,
in all that I am seeing,
I hope ahead for clearer skies,
an at night for a peaceful sleep,
I hope for no more fatal days,
of lost souls in the deep,
I am unafraid of death by now,
I've seen her up close before,
she didn't come wearing,
a cloak this time,
as she took you away from my door,
Death is there for everyone,
just as is our birth,
I hope one day that I will know,
what every second,
is worth.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Just reflecting on suicide of a very close person awhile ago and a few other things. Thank you for reading ❤