I finally find a place to rest my wings on
It's not the place I've been looking for, though
It's just a small yet pretty isle.
I sit and I look back, to my path
and I saw my feathers, scattered.
Some flew, some drown.
I want to collect them back,
I really really really want to,
but as we know, I can't.
The wound is closing,
yet will leave a scar.
I touch it and turn my head.
My wings are still broken.
Regret I have not,
The pain I feel not,
Sadness, madness, I forgot.
For my only destination is there,
beyond this blue sea,
beneath that blue sky.
I will go on,
I have to...
NikoRu Bathory
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-broken-wings-ii-scattered-feathers/
