HEALING

I am a bird
Struck by a sling
I perched on an old branch
Barely could take my weight

The wind, once an ally
Became my nemesis
But my branch was rugged
Like an old cross

Healing came, slowly, painfully
The coverts, with denial
The primaries, with acceptance
And the secondaries, forgiveness

I am healed, I can fly
My branch, now old and frail
Forms the platform for my nest
I am a bird