My Broken Wings Poem by NikoRu Bathory

These wings are broken,
but I believe they are strong enough
for there's an ocean to be crossed.
I'll keep flying no matter how harsh the wind blows.

I feel a gravity is pulling me,
telling me to go on,
calling me though I don't know where to,
and I'll follow it.

I'll just keep flying restless
though my chest is bleeding.
However painful it was,
those pictures, I'll keep them still in their frames.

I'll be fine flying alone,
I won't look back,
I won't fall and drown.
No, I will not,
until I find a land to rest my wings on.