Broken wings
Cut by your selfish sword....

Scattered feathers
Torn by your lies......

Fell to the ground
I was......

Left here to die
With heartache
I watched you
Walked away with victory

Vultures surrounded me
Waited patiently
But I refuse
To be their feast

I gathered all my strength
And what's left in me
I sewed back my wings
I patched back the feather
No beauty within
But enough for me
To stand tall
For I want to claim back
My grace..... stolen by you

Wounded soul I am
But the fallen...... I am not

-Mary Elizabeth Graham