Oil on canvas 60cm x 75cm
Broken, But I Fly
In living,
I have been stabbed by words,
Sliced by rejection
Pierced by griefs,
Shattered by shame
And I, seeing my reflection,
Recoil.
And I am broken,
Floundering helplessly in the mud.
But You,
Like healing oil,
Liquid gold,
Heal my wounds into beautiful scars.
And I gather myself into my arms,
Loving.
I am broken,
But I fly.



