wounded

your wings are bent, but not broken
you've not flown for so long
not laughed nor smiled nor spoken
nor broken out in song
your cheery face has failed to light
and bring a happy day
those dancing eyes are hid with fright
'neath sheets of tears today

your unused halo's tarnished;
forgotten and forlorn
as are friends to whom you'd promised
that you'd not let them be torn
the skin which once was smooth and clear
now crawls with battle scars
and hope no longer stays, but fear
consumes, surrounds, like bars

yet still within disfigured flesh
lies strength for something bright
the war which waged each day afresh
did not completely blight
wings which had not felt the sun
for countless years and more
now stretch and are no more undone
by haunted mind and core.