Thursday, December 3, 2015

Broken Wings

Sad indeed, but please take heed.
We can choose to let go of those hurtful needs

The scars will still be there, and when we walk down that lane, there will be some pain, for all that love surely was not in vain.

Memories of the best, are the sweetest to keep.
As for the rest, I force myself to toss in a heap.
And when I catch a glimpse of that pile,
Oh, how my heart still leaps.
And again, I have to fight those feelings of defeat.

Our hearts are such precious things.
So we must protect, for our souls cannot soar with broken wings

© Sheri * November 2015

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