My wing is broken,
my voice still clear,
but I can't fly.
The light floods the room,
with honey tasting sun,
but it's dark.
Light dances while,
I hide in the shade.
The past is my companion,
whispering in my ear.
My legs move,
but they can't run.
Tears trickle inside,
like a broken faucet.
Outside I am blank,
until I hear sweet footsteps,
"mama", and then I smile,
even though my wing is broken.
these lines made me smile:
ReplyDeleteOutside I am blank,
until I hear sweet footsteps,
"mama", and then I smile,
even though my wing is broken.
Wonderful sentiments with these piece.
ReplyDelete"..the light floods the room/with honey tasting sun...' beautiful lines, and a childlike simplicity floods the page throughout. Enjoyed it very much.
ReplyDeleteOh Ayala, this feels so connected to my poem today...so beautiful my dear. Thank you for checking in on me these past few weeks while I've been so low energy to connect with friends.
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Would you stop making me cry? Please?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
smiles. i am glad you can be strong for the little but still take the moments to let the pain out...love the faucet line, it works...
ReplyDeleteSometimes, I think we all feel a bit like this, but it's lovely when we get a pick-me-up from a loved one, friend or even stranger.
ReplyDelete"honey tasting sun"...nice visual.
I'm here:
The Evening Wind
I really like this. It's lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Heaven :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pat :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Hedgewitch. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Laura. I hope you feel better soon. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Fireblossom. You are sweet :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brian :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Andy :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mama Zen :)
ReplyDeleteI love the broken faucet simile. So vivid ... and right-on.
ReplyDeleteAyala, this is a painfully beautiful piece! "Honey tasting sun"...lovely.
ReplyDeleteNothing makes me smile more than seeing someone smile through their own pain, to make that effort. My mom always makes me smile, especially when I'm hurting. Courageous, beautiful share this evening...thank you!
ReplyDelete"Tears trickle inside, like a broken faucet." Oh my. That line says it all. Thanks Ayala.
ReplyDelete.i totally like the fact when you said about the past being our companion... i like that idea and the way this piece goes is simply adorable. thanks for the read!!!(:
ReplyDelete~Kelvin S. M.
Thank you, Finally.
ReplyDeleteNatasha, your mom is a wise woman :) thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rudri.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kelvin. :)
ReplyDeleteI love that strength shines through the brokenness. "Light dances while I hide in the shade..." great line :)
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely, lovely poem...with sadness like a vein through it, relieved with the feet of the child.
ReplyDeleteLady Nyo
This is exquisite for its flowing gentleness, it's obvious pain and yet love is able to bring a smile.
ReplyDeletePain is so debilitating.
Lovely writing and, a lovely read.
Lovely especially these lines: "Tears trickle inside,
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Outside I am blank,
until I hear sweet footsteps,
"mama", and then I smile,
even though my wing is broken."
Thank you.
nicely written
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So dear... thank you. Nothing like the sound of our momma to make things all right.
ReplyDeleteIt's good, Ayala, it's really good, even if (perhaps especially if) your wing is still broken.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lori :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lady Nyo. I love that....like a vein going through it. :)
ReplyDeleteDaydreamertoo, thank you. I appreciate your comment.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Beachanny. :) the voice of our loved ones.....
ReplyDeleteThank you, Life in a Poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Cloudia.
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Thank you, Patricia.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Glynn.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate it. :)
Thank you, Stacia :)
ReplyDeleteayala, this is so sad, yet so full of the healing that is love. I've missed reading your beautiful writing! It's lovely to be back :)
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tears....but lovely....
Beautifully expressed... :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures between the lines.
ReplyDeleteoh, I know this scene. It is so hard to be strong for those who depend on us when we are hurting. However, I think it is a blessing in disguise for I would get lost in my own pain and self-pity if it weren't for those little ones coming in and saying "mama"
ReplyDeletebtw, that big pooch smile jumped out at me when your page opened and it just made my day! What a great looking dog! Love that photo. thanks!
ReplyDeleteEXACTLY the way I 'see' inside crying, like a whimpering, a leaking faucet. Beautiful emotions here.
ReplyDeletePEACE!
Outstanding imagery, and yes, tears outside of my face as a result. Very moving.
ReplyDeleteYour words capture perfectly that moment of feeling like there's no way you can move forward, but then you look at or hear your child and remember that you must. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Talon. So nice to have you back.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helena. I love how you do that :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Louise.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Wolfrosebud.
ReplyDeleteSheila, I am pleased that Daisy made your day. She is the sweetest dog.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Steve.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joanne.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kelly. And yes, so true.
ReplyDeleteLovely write, our joy and peace when still incomplete, a nice place of acceptance. ~ Rose
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rose.
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful...and yet peaceful as C Rose stated...half of life is acceptance...bkm
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, sweet, sad...this touches me. I love coming here.
ReplyDeletevery tender and heartfelt. I cared, y'know? Which must mean you've done a great job
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Ayala. Sad, tender, but simply beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Barbara .
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anna. Nice to have you here.
ReplyDeleteLuke, your comment made me smile. Thank you for caring :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chris. I appreciate your kindness.
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery! I love the tears trickling inside like a leaky faucet. :)
ReplyDeleteI love reading your posts to start the day.
ReplyDeletemay you find healing for the broken places... thank you for your kind words to me.
ReplyDeletethank you, Lauren :)
ReplyDeleteAww Leslie, thank you. I wish you well :)
ReplyDeleteThis takes my breath away - I've been back to read it several times. Stunning use of light images to contrast with the inner darkness. I was crying as I drove around doing some errands the other day...and I thought about how much I push myself and how I show my self to be 'fine' to those around, but how those silent tears live close to the surface. Anyhow - this really captures that dichotomy.
ReplyDeleteBroken -- this describes each of us to a degree, doesn't it? Amazing how much love there still is that flows from one broken-ness to another....
ReplyDeleteAdrienne, this is how I felt the other day. I understand you. Sometimes things are just hard and sometimes we are strong in front of those we love because we don't want to worry them. I understand .
ReplyDeleteBelinda, I love your comment because it does describe each of us to a degree. I think all of us find ourselves feeling this way, at one time or another. And it is amazing how much love there still is that fllows from one broken-ness to another.
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