I watched a blackbird falling
Her wings just let go
I looked for the way to catch her
But I was not near enough.
She hit so hard I heard it
While dreaming in a prison cell.
If I had a way to reach her, I would draw her close.
But all I could do was dream
About mending her wings
So she might fly again.
I saw her dragging them across the ground and spinning around in painful circles.
I watched and waited.
She survived but she is not the same free bird.
Neither am I.
If my reprieve comes; day or night, I will try to help her take flight.
Until then all I can do is watch from afar behind prison bars;
Where I dream
About a blackbird in flight
And a mended wing.