Today, I am a broken-winged sparrow,
Barreling at breakneck speed
Toward no discernible target.
Catapulted off course by a snag in my side,
Unable to breathe for even a moment
I am aching against the aerodynamics,
Destroying my already injured wing
And rapidly unraveling my perfect flight.
I am choked where most birds would sing
I am aching
Because I should have control,
And I do not.
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