Broken Wings
CRUSHED! DRAGGED DOWN! PULLED UNDER!
Once happy skies now dark and ripped with thunder!
Negative self talk, others opinions dragging you down
You've almost convinced yourself others don't want you around.
Depression and anxiety are NOT fun
Falling apart, coming undone,
BUT although often hidden, there's ALWAYS sun,
And.....
.....If you dare to dream that high,
broken wings CAN still fly!
15/10/2016
~ L. Munro ~
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2016-10-15 at 01:49
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