Broken Feathers.

Let’s help those who suffer from mental health, addiction. Many times all they need is a supporting hand, a little push to fly high.

Rest here, against my arm,

You came alone,
So late at night,
Your deep eyes still carried fire of the battle.

Burned your hand,
But I got a potion,
To smooth the tingling pain,
Of your broken feathers.

Don’t be afraid,
Spare your breath,
From fragmented words.

Rest here,
Against my arm,
Take the sip of burning water.

Fire moving down your neck,
Shocking dying cells,
To live again,
And fly close to golden stars.

Your calm eyes now thank me,
There will be other time,
Now it’s time to fly,
To fight the demons of oblivion,
Who hide in the depths of your fractured mind.

Just a little push is needed.

Please let me know what you think of the poem on Twitter @FischerVladimir

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