Right time

There are days
When I’m shattered all over
This cold ground.

Broken pieces of my blue sky
Weep within me
Silently.

Wings and unhealed bones
Beg for the freedom
Of flight.

It is then,
I remind myself.
There is a time for everything
And maybe, this is not the right time.

So, I collect my pieces
Shards and hurtful edges
And keep them safe
In the cage of my chest.

I wait for the storm to subside
And pleasant warm sunshine
From behind the cover
Of clouds black,grey and white.

~insight07

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