Cast crumbs before the tiny winged thing
believing them to be a gift
from the Almighty, you
You forget that she can fly
and will, if she must
fly miles and miles alone
Majesty her own
she does not need your pittance.
strength
Hidden
Split and splintered
like weapons, words hurled
at once cut me off at the knees
down I fall silently
in a wood surrounded
by those with stronger roots
a crash heard only in my heart
bits of me
who I used to be
unfound and cloaked
in dust
Golifely 