Broken wings

Like a bird with broken wings,

I cannot fly the way I was designed.

Others take to the sky,

soaring with strength and freedom,

while I remain grounded,

unable to do what I was created for.

I remember when I flew.

I remember what it felt like to soar.

But now my wings are broken,

and all I can do is watch.

Why, God?

Why can’t I fly

when You designed me to?

Now I stand flightless,

watching others rise

while I am left behind.

If only I had been more careful.

If only I had listened to the warnings.

Maybe my wings would still be whole.

They tell me healing takes time.

They say one day I’ll fly again.

But what if I never do?

What if my story ends

before my wings are restored?

Why, God?

Why can’t I fly

when You designed me to?

Am I being punished

because I didn’t live

the way You created me to?

Will I ever know

what it feels like

to spread my wings again?

Will I ever soar beside the others,

living as I was designed?

Please, God.

Heal what is broken.

Restore my wings.

Teach me to trust You again.

And if I cannot fly today,

help me believe

that You are still the One

who designed my wings,

and You have not forgotten

what You created them to do.