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Wounded Bird
by Ken HarnischFly high now, my wounded bird
Wings long clipped have been renewed
Bones long broken are freshly set
And you, having known what has ensued
Can break free at last of black despair
And not forgetting all or any of the pain
You need not be chained, either, to this cage
You are yourself at last, and whole again
And though there will be days when you regret
When you shudder in the wind and cold
Days when you feel being free isnt worth it all
Days when you feel spent, and very old
Even then, your wings will take you high
Where you always wanted, when you learned to fly 10/12/2000 Author's Note: For JAS, whose poems, if read more often in this universe, could make you believe in evil...but also, in the redemptive power of love
Posted on 11/05/2002
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/07/02 at 04:58 PM I voted on this before, without comment... a lot of wisdome and love here... and the voice of one friend lifting up another... There are so many lines that speak so very loudly, I could take all day to comment. JAS certianly has a true friend in you, one who listens with all of them, and speaks the same. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/09/02 at 02:41 AM This poem written from an observation of the world of nature is a perhaps not so subtle metaphor of humans. Life can and does wound. But the aspiration, even though somewhat fearfully, if for "wings {that}take you high where you always wanted". Expressed with feeling! |
| Posted by Marjorie Anne Reagan on 03/30/04 at 05:30 AM Amen to the sentiment AMEN |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/01/09 at 01:46 PM I am so glad I found this today. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/01/09 at 01:47 PM s e l a h
How uplifting and healing to read you, Ken.
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| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 05/04/09 at 09:47 PM Wounds do heal and yes wings once clipped learn to spread again, and the freedom to fly is something buried deep within...how wonderful a friend you are to write this for a fellow poet and this is truly something I can relate to as well...especially the flying part for it is the ultimate letting go...smh |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/04/09 at 11:37 PM The redemptive voice comes through strongly in this - wings and bones regrown - I like that. "You are yourself at last" - this statement cannot be erased and it lets these wings fly high in all weather. Thank you. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/05/09 at 03:37 PM Thank you for this piece. I, too, liked the phrase "free at last". Wonderful read and excellent write. |
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