Staring into blank eyes.

Where she goes…

Angels fear to tread.

Disconnected self?

Floating nowhere land.

Unraveling begins at the drift.

She doesn’t want…

Return to the wasteland.

Lost soul?

Darkness stole her.

They call her name.

She’s not lost…

But needing the torchlight.

Where is she?

Broken blackbird singing.

Give her healed wings.

She will fly…

Away from the desert.

Back to Hope?

Little bird soaring.

(c) 2012 Amanda Wilson


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