Still healing

Still Healing

So sore,

Even after years,

It is still healing...

Bewildered and astray,

Doesn't know what it's feeling!

Wounded yet fluttering, 

Why does it still think of fleeing?

Afraid the little bird,

From the miseries, 

Is still grieving!

Afraid the little bird,

Is not just a bird.

But just as delicate,

And with cries unheard.

It is weak but it strives,

It also makes me feel,

And keeps me alive.

Albeit, it's time to let it heal,

Before I ever again let it feel.

Hoping the little bird,

Will eventually regain its zeal.