In the sweet agony, my wings were torn,
Yet in that ache, a new dawn was born.
Through the bitter night, I felt the strain,
Of shattered dreams and unquenched pain.
But in the dark, a whisper spoke,
A voice that stirred the smoldering smoke.
“Rise,” it called, from deep within,
For even broken wings can mend.
The scars that marred my feathered skin,
Became the proof of strength within.
Each tear, each break, a...