Wings broken.
Wrists scarred and bleeding.
Crumpled on the ground waiting to be found.
Broken and lost.
Wondering what happened and where I am.
Darkness everywhere whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
Eyes begun to sting as light appeared.
A Lost Soul unable to heal herself but willing to heal me.
Slowly she walks forward and takes my hand.
Her warmth shatters the cold and stops the bleeding.
I am found again and healed.
Now will she let me heal her?
