Saturday, April 11, 2009

growth


Someone pulled my wings off

When I was but a girl

The scars still burn

sometimes

Once I glued my wings back on

They don't work properly now

But I try to flap them

anyway

Last night I pulled my fake wings off

threw them in the bin

I have new ones growing now

slowly


And the scars only burn

while the new growth breaks through






Not a very good poem I know, but it means well :)





12 comments:

Snowbrush said...

Why apologize--it's delightful.

Sarah Lulu said...

It's a great poem!

linda said...

is this your lovely daughter?

happy chocolate egg day to you and yours!
xoxoxo

Lisa said...

god shes like you honey- beeautiful poem xx

Cyndy said...

At least most of have the common sense not to fly too close to the sun..... tempting as it is...

No apologies needed xoxoxoxo

jewell said...

yes it's a good poem as it comes from the heart

Noelle said...

it is a lovely poem!

Audrey said...

Michelle, the poem is gorgeous. And so is your daughter. And so are you!
Biggest hugs to you
xoxoxo

Daria said...

Wishing you nice and happy Easter this fine weekend .....

Midlife, menopause, mistakes and random stuff... said...

That's just loverly my dear......you are too hard on yourself. You speak beautifully from your heart :)

Steady On
Reggie Girl

Hippy Witch said...

Beautiful Poem

Myst_72 said...

Lovely poem,
gorgeous girl,
gorgeous Mum!

G
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