She walked
the surface of
earth,
with her
clipped wings.
Flying was
now a distant
dream.
For what
she thought
were lovely clouds,
in the sky;
were raging
storms.
Some battles
she won,
and some
she could
have won,
only if she
knew that
sky also
had treacherous
attributes.
And now
she walks
the ground,
with tattered
wings which
no one can
mend.