#CracksInLife

Once, a girl—bright bird of dawn,
Eyes set on distant stars, she was drawn.
Feathers brushed with light and grace,
Soared through dreams, time and space.

She spread her wings, withered and bare,
Lifted by hopes, but held by despair.
Days fell like leaves, cracked and frail,
Her heart a tempest, her spirit pale.

Cracks ran deep, unseen, unheard—
In the silent language of birds.
A mind divided, a soul split wide,
She lost her way, her flight, her pride.

But as dawn’s first light began to sing,
She felt a pulse within her wing.
A warmth that mended cracks and scars,
A quiet strength from distant stars.

She lifted her gaze, let go of strife,
And found new meaning, new breath, new life.
For in each crack, a whisper rings:
Hope still lives in broken wings.


© Smiling Soul