Broken Wings Poem by Christina Simmons

"Broken Wings"

I want to talk… want to walk
Want to run… want to fly
Just like the angel… pretty little angel
With the sweetest smile - as swiftly as lightening

chorus
Out of the cage flying high - flapping my wings
Free at last. Free and wild, like a wild cat on the ground
Looking like a butterfly..., flying high like a firefly - almost touching the blue sky. Freedom so farfetched

Cos someone's gotten a hold of me… won't let go
No, no no...he wont let go, holding on tight, broken my wings
Maybe I'll die... alone without him, tired and weak; so very

slow, stuck on the ground; should be smiling, feeling
pretty, as fast as the angel...
Instead remains shaken, pick me up! Lift me up

Looks he gives is so memorising - making me paralysed
Release from his grasp and set free…
Flying high like a firefly... almost touching the sky....
Free at last....free and wild...looking like a butterfly flying high...way above.....

Repeat chorus