Flightlessly

There are birds that leave the nest too soon You are like that All fumbling feathers and heartbreak with sternum kissing ground You grew up early, Paige I don't think you ever learned to fly correctly No one was your teacher You stumbled to near content Walked right up to it's door And you lost the nerve to knock To ask for help Now you are stuck staring at the doormat wondering when you'll be let in When you will finally get your portion of warm soup I think you are similar to a bird that learned to fly through a broken wing Gritted beak and glassy eyes Like a stone thrown, rather than skipped Stunted, but trying Still beautiful, but grounded without support I think you're a woman that grew up only ever expecting broken glass under your knees.