The rain pours down,

soaking into the ground,

turning to mud,

She crawls slowly,

cold, wet, hard ground.

Bedraggled, she weeps,

for the sun she cries,

For warmth she hopes,

no love she receives

until death she shall drag,

her frail body in the dirt

bloody scraped knees,

cut on the edges of rocks

forever crawling,

and falling when she tries to stand

failing when she tries the speak,

flailing when she tries to scream

she is weakened,

by the cold harsh wind

it howls nonstop,

stinging her flesh

she bites her grimy nails,

starving to death on the floor

Spiders cling to her hair,

bite her raw body

Pain pulses within her,

she cries this time

Close to numb but not quite dead yet

She looks ahead,

a bird struck down from the sky above,

as she had been

She pulls herself beside him,

he is in pain

Bleeding,

she touches his wounds

He is scared for his life,

she holds him close to her

Comforts him, loves him, heals him

she brings herself up to her feet,

shaky but standing

she sees the wings upon her back

she spreads them,

with all of her strength she runs, off a cliff

the wind picks her up

she’s lifted upward,

off the ground, he flies close by

Her new home, the sky


 
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