Broken Wing

I had a broken wing, or so it seemed. My husband treated me so bad. I was so sad. I often thought that I should die. Perhaps if I said goodbye, all would be well. He could live here once again. Perhaps find a new friend, to mother my children. Somehow I pulled through. Then I found you, Poetrysoup. I have opened up my heart. Right from the very start I began to heal. My friends here have listened well. All have been compelled to comfort me. My anger has evaporated. All has dissipated. I am restored. Now my broken wing has healed. I want to tell you how I feel, my Poetrysoup friends. From the bottom of my heart, let me try to make a start to thank you. Such generous people open armed . I am completely disarmed. Thank you all.