She hath wings

Broken,

Washed up, dried up,

You feel that your best years are behind you

Paralysed;

Scared to move or even speak –

You don’t want to fall again…

The lies have overtaken you –

Bound you like a spider

Suffocating its prey as it crushes it in thread

Every new dream, every new spark

Chopped down before it takes flight

Another plan or routine –

Nothing changes;

Same old disallusionment.

“Can you still love me when I’m broken and cannot give anymore?”

Slowly, you begin to heal –

Those old ruins are being rebuilt

A team has been raised around you;

Some to fight

Some to lay the bricks

Some to encourage

Some to propel you forward

Lift up your head and see –

It’s not over!

It was never over –

Time is out of your hands.

© M. Patterson 10.2.2015