Broken Wings

I JETTED OFF ON THE RAVEN'S WINGS, I SOARED, A SPECK AGAINST THE MIDNIGHT PEARL. BUT THE RAVEN'S WINGS CAN'T ESCAPE THE OYSTER MOTHER EARTH, OR ONE'S SELF. THESE WINGS CAN ONLY TAKE ME SO FAR, NOWHERE TO FLY, NO ESCAPE. MY FRIEND IS NO MORE, AND MY WINGS AND FEATHERS ARE BROKEN. SO I RIDE ON THE WIND OF LONELINESS.

by Diana Dolhancyk

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