why do you make me a bird with broken wings?

i know what it feels like to fly,

i know how to soar from tree to mountain top,

but you suck the wind from beneath my wings and i fall.

i am:

a lost hope of an eagle

a pesty, childlike crow with a hankering for evil

a full grown bluebird that still can't crack it's shell.

i am impatient as i sink further.

clawing and cawing

at the vines as i fall through,

you watch me with your hawk eyes.

i can see you smile as i glide by.