Petite Poetry

My wings have been clipped, my thoughts cut short.

My joy has been stalled, my happiness put on hold.

My dreams have been stopped, my wishes unimportant.

My life has been quieted, my would dimmed to dull gray.

I concentrate on the happiness of others,

I wish them only well-being,

I think about others before myself, always.

I dream for a new pair of wings,

That my own dreams might live again.