Bruised But Not Broken

Your wings aren't broken, just bruised and singed. From holding them to tightly against a burning breast of sin. The journey must have been grueling. Battling storm, surf, sweet siren songs blood fish praying for your falter... but you fought them off one by one. Atop the waves you've tasted many beautiful things... that little patch of green dancing on the sea where you landed ever so briefly. Salted eyes tended by birds of paradise. They sent you off with satchel ... filled with shell and song. Each offered a feather to blunt the alone. Remember that smiling dolphin the one with mirrors in the eyes offering silver shoal and golden heart to rest your weary soul and mind. Then you sang a duet with him a nearly perfect -pearly blend of sweet chirps and bitter clicks. You almost stayed but fliers are not of the sea, Swimmers are not of the sky... so, you just drifted by... on by. Here you are today perched upon a graveyard fence. Huddled in a nest of pure blackness, Isn't it time to unfurl those wings soar onto the next journey... wear the colors of paradise offer a shell to the surf to quell the forever hurt. Another dolphin awaits you this one has rainbows in the eyes and the divine gift of gilded flight.