Don’t mistake my innocence
For the catalyst in your healing

I am not a bird in a cage
You get to release when
You finally feel free
From the pieces I helped
You glue back together.

Just to whistle me back when
Old wounds always relapse

Craving the morphine of my existence
The cure from the bottle they
Once drank from.

But don’t you forget -
My wings don’t give second chances
For the people who abuse the healers.

Without your second thought
Watch me fly away from your hands
But never coming back.