Broken Wings

© Kelleen Goerlitz 2022. All Rights Reserved. Do not use without permission

It is only the selfish cowardly souls who can
hold one broken in their hands,
heal wings with soothing touches
then with a start, even if unexpected,
open their hands leaving the injured one to the mercy of gravity.
He saw the fall, the wreckage done,
the wings once again broken,
but that did not make of him a coward—no.
For it wasn’t until he took his toe
pushing the twittering injured soul aside;
it wasn’t until his feet turned and footsteps began to fade
"someone else may come along to clean
up the mess of you I made."
It was in that thought, in his desertion, that sealed his cowardly fate.