still I can fly (thank you Brownlie, Volaticus, and Billy)

[Heartafire]

I’m an odd bird,
clumsy and askew
with but one wing
to guide me.
Still I can fly;
I am alive.

Rustling leaves on my branch
shake my foothold.
I am sightless in shadow.
I would sweep swaths of light across the
dark but my art has forsaken me.

I’ll fly away
chiming like a bell
when the dawn ignites the sky.
I have a voice,
Can you hear me?