The broken bird

The broken bird flapped her wings,
In pain,
In confusion,
Even breathing felt hard,
She tried,
And tried,
She cried a little,
Waited,
Time stood still,
Tall trees towering her head,
Crowning her anxiety,
Somewhere leaves crumbled,
Under the foot of some predator,
She froze,
Then she told her mind,
Relax,
Its alright,
The pain will stop,
Maybe your heart might too,
In the freezing cold and horrors of the night,
Your little eyes will close,
And then,
You dont have to worry anymore,
It all goes away in a fog,
Even you go away,
Then you wake up,
And you would flap your wings,
And there wouldnt be any pain,
No tears,
No cries,
No loud noises,
No predators,
No hunters,
No more fear,
You would fly again,
You would cricle the earth,
You might not see many you used to,
But you would wait for them,
If time has created a nest for everyone after life ends,
You will be united with them,
Your loved ones.
But if time forms pouches,
Or shells for everyone,
You would be alone,
In your timeloop,
And everyday would look the same,
The brightside is that,
You no longer know pain.
The pain cycles have passed.
Its no more hard to breath,
Fly and fill your soul peace,
Knowing that you are safe now.
A little body rotting away in the forest,
But no more pain,
No more fears,
And not broken anymore!
After the life has left,
You were filled with life,
Golden wings inplace of the broken ones,
You no longer have to try,
You just have to remain.
The broken bird,
Has now become the golden feathered bird,
Who shines a little with the sunlight,
And moonbright,
With an unbroken smile!