You seem like someone who once flew fearless and free
Then battered by a storm, knocked right out of the sky
Still nursing broken wings and waiting for feathers
We’d love to see you soaring again up on high
Image by Karl Allen Lugmayer from Pixabay
There are so many of us who feel the pain you must have been through. How many of us would love to heal your wounds and bring back to you the treasure that was taken from you. Your courage and endurance are an inspiration and not a few of us are left with tears after reading about your challenges.
All we can do is read…and like…and comment – our little token of support and appreciation. It is the very least we could do. But if we were neighbours, or friends, and not just bloggers, I am sure we would be eager to do more. And there would be many evenings around the camp-fire with sizzling soya sausages waiting to be devoured. I am sure many of us would bring cake. And whether it is whisky, Becks Blue or herbal tea, there will be plenty to wash down the bangers and cake. I would bring the karaoke machine. I would hope there would be some football.
It wouldn’t solve anything. It would just be fun, and a little light-heartedness. We want you to have more light-heartedness. More and more light-heartedness, until those wings heal and you find yourself flying again. With the woman who was the world to you inspiring you and all of us cheering you. That’s what we all want for you.
This post was inspired by a couple of comments between me and another blogger (who might be cringing with embarrassment when he realizes this is about him!) …
….and is also my response to THE ELEMENTAL CHALLENGE hosted by Tereas aka The Haunted Wordsmith: