Wounded Bird

Wounded Bird

Wounded bird, I took you in,

Afraid to fall — survival set in.

I sheltered your heart, tried easing the pain,

Then woke one morning… and you’d flown away.

You were here one day, the next — you were gone,

No note, no goodbye, just the break of dawn.

Gone like a whisper, no reason, no sign,

Left me with silence… and too much time.

For months I wondered how you might be,

You healed your wounds — but left scars on me.

I gave you my heart, my patience, my care,

But once you were whole, I was just… there.

Still, I was there when your skies turned gray,

When your hope was dim and fading away.

I picked up your pieces, held them tight,

Stayed through your darkness till you found your light.

And when your strength finally came back to you,

You spread your wings — like I knew you’d do.

But in your freedom, you couldn’t see,

You left behind the one who set you free.

Now I stand calm in the truth I know,

Some souls stay, and some must go.

I wish you peace, wherever you flew —

Because healing you… helped me heal too.