Wings

The life in your eyes
shines through the overcast skies
of my awareness
warming my soul by your firelight
Can you know the storm brewing inside me?
Can you mend the wounds
left by the battles I have fought
and lost?
Left for dead, alone,
lame on the field of despair
lifting my eyes skyward
I see your face
and hope you can carry me
from this place
wings of sorrow
cannot lift me from the mire