The Broken Wing

It’s not every day that you see a smile on my face I wake with a sadness on days of sunshine I get up, wear a butterfly necklace for inspiration that ravels me in an inner place of peace. I am at a standstill; frozen in a fixed position like a mannequin, but I am real. With a beating heart and a breathing lung but, I am broken. ; Angry that I can’t take flight. I miss my plane every time. My engine’s non-responsive, my gears won’t shift. Perchance I am not the right pilot. It could be I am on the wrong runway. See the butterflies! How do they do it? Their graceful flights of watercolor always smiling in wind. I wish I could smile. I wish I were a butterfly. But first I need to fix this broken wing.