Broken Branches

The tiny half grown birdling flew away in the wind She crashed in and out of nests strewn with litter And then onto the next nest; An attempt to become at least half of what mother bird had made herself to be Finally flat on the ground, bound by bruises tied up in hand made nooses Tiny; sought strong straight trees for answers Trees; with stepping stone bark Trees; with branches that bent willowy to reach her Trees which beseeched her to stop trying to heal all the other broken winged birds To heal herself; To deal with all the self-inflicted wounds To become in tune with what she wanted, needed, or was fleeing from Tiny, rested, nested, and clearly became aware of the view