Wounded Wing

With wounded wing

She attempts to fly

Against the wind

On the darkest of nights

Above a blanket

Of fresh fallen snow

Ascending alone, she begins

The long, cold journey home

Her scars remain deep

From the torrential storm

That cast her afar

Abandoned, lost

Weary, her wings tremble

To stay aflight

Until dawn finally emerges 

Among tranquil skies

Safe and secure 

Within the sun’s 

Warm golden rays

She begins her descent 

To a better place