I see you
with your
limping wings,
trying to smell
the roses,
catching yourself
on thorns
instead.
lift your head and breathe.
you’re in the garden
aren’t you?
all in
and halfway there!
go on, try again.
there’s no rushing
this kind of
life.
you fell
hard
somewhere good.
S.V.F.
Sierra V. Fedorko 