Surrender

When there are no more stories to tell,

when nothing is new and time has come and gone

and we surrender to impulse like watching birds fly

only to wonder how they do this with broken wings

because everything must be broken now

We are overcome with grief

because we remember, we remember

And then when those birds return in Spring,

signaling a time of rebirth and hope,

our hearts will make room for healing

our minds will make room for meaning

our spirits will make room for acceptance

our fear of creating new stories will lessen

our history will promote new chapters

when those birds being to sing

because we remember, we remember

When we tell our stories,

when what is new is celebrated in moments and lifetimes

and we surrender to impulse like letting our spirits soar

only to wonder how we do this with broken wings

only to learn even the broken learn to adapt

and overcome

We won’t ever forget

Image by wineguide101 from Pixabay 

Prompts: OctPoWriMo Day 15, The Whirligig 392

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