I will never fly as gracefully or as long as the other birds
but when I am in the air even for a moment I feel free
my broken wings lift me up to where I do not know, but somewhere etched in my heart
a strange thing happened when I started singing songs of gratitude for learning to fly with broken wings
other birds with broken wings started to gather around me sharing their experience and hopes
I am free as my heart sings joyfully my own hopes and dreams as I share my experience to help another bird with broken wings to journey a little closer to the place etched in their hearts
and somehow I am exactly where I am supposed to be flying with broken wings
joe cole's prompt for a poem about freedom. I chose to approach it in the non-literal route.