Breaking Heaven
I am hiding under a wing until my mind has grown
Until I know what to do with the life given to me
I am small, curled into a ball
My limbs thin, as yet ungrown
I see myself walking, running, playing in the park.
My mother sits on a bench speaking with another
She cannot see the wings where once I hid
Tears blur my vision the sun smiles as I cry
Dark clouds break heaven
Rain falls, joining my pain
Knowing all the joy I gather
in a lifetime is only borrowed
We wait many lifetimes to return again…
©anitadawes 2020
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