Wounded Bird

I found a wounded bird today, lying on the forest floor. She had no visible sign of hurt, yet her wild eyes reflected only pain. I sat beside her and we spoke of things gone by She shared with me. the stillness of night in the branches, the rushing force of air on sun glinted wings, the sorrow that had taken her Her wound was not visible, it was heart deep. She could not raise herself from the forest floor I had no answers for her I too have lain, with no visible hurt, and yet, no heart to fly.

-Bird