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.