Flying with a broken wing,
I am not afraid to fall.
Flying with a broken wing,
The pain migrates from my body to my soul.
Yet, I keep flying,
knowing that if I stop, I drop,
and though I am not afraid of the descent,
I am terrified that my son might see me fall.
With the ache of this shattered wing,
I must fly away,
out to the stars, into the void.
There, I will not need to beat my wings again;
There is only the Great Nothing.
I float; No gravity of memory pulls me down to the earth.
No pain remains.
I drift through deep space.
Now, with every shooting star,
My son will look up and he will know:
I flowed into the cosmos with a broken wing, and I did not fall.
Now he learns to fly through his own pain,
knowing that even if he falls, he too is destined to reach the stars.