Broken Sparrow
by Faith Mackay
fall like hailstones
twisted necks, empty eyes
blood smeared on glass like paint.
Dip your finger and feel the fragile essence
of life.
Death
of each day brings us closer
to realizing that freedom exists mostly in your heart
And you have the power to
open your hands to release the sparrows,
And let them fly into the nameless sky
Unbroken.
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