Broken-Winged Bird

Sometimes, I feel like my world is tumbling down. So I battle fear, and persevere, To keep my feet on solid ground. It's easier said than done, When no one's there when you look around. Not a person in sight.... Only silence, not a sound. See the glass half full, Not empty, is what they say. But what else am I to do When nothing seems to go my way? Life's cycle's been recycled, oh what an ode to the. My soul fights to take flight, But stays trapped by gravity. My heart and mind are stuffed, emotions implode and explode like bombs, So I scream, wiping tear streams, Drop to my knees and start to nod. I lie here unclothed, now stripped of my facade. I am nothing more than a Broken-winged bird Whose eyes are watching God.