there are these storms that we go through
that break us down deep into the
of our souls.
we feel that we can not breathe and that
peace is far from our reach.
but some how we manage to pick up
the pieces of our broken spirit and mend
them together slowly, piece by piece.
our wings may never be the same as they were
before all the storms have passed us by,
but through it we still manage to fly.
life's course takes us on these journeys that make us feel and be at times something and somewhere we do not wish. but through it all we seem to come out and be okay. its not until we have passed through and see the other side before we can even attempt to have a positive glimpse of an outlook. and sometimes with the positive there still might be a negative that is hard as hell to get rid off and maybe never will. i feel that with my mended wings i can still fly, but the pain that i have gone through is something that i never thought that i would ever go through, therefore i will always fly a little crooked.... a cute ending to a very deep thought....