return flight
she found me weeping
on the river rock
my breathing shallow
my vision focusing
on distant memories
of an endless sky
i had no recollection
of the terrible beating
my body had taken
had barely remembered
how she lifted me up
and carried me away
she used her gifts
to mend my lonely heart
and tattered wings
restoring my will
to take to the sky
and find my way home
november two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Beautiful… Thank you for the Likes on my poems 🙂
thank you…and you are quite welcome
This one I really like John
many thanks my friend 🙂
All of us have those tattered wings. Thank you for the reminder that there is hope 🙂
Thank you Archie. I appreciate your patronage. Happy tweeting, too.
an ode to kindness. very nice
indeed. i shall add “kindness” as a tag, thank you.
my lonely heart and tattered wings…ooft!