BROKEN WINGS

I’m still recovering from my own hurricane lately–physically worn out, mentally drained, spiritually dry, and emotionally down–whose wings are very broken if compared to a flying creature.

For one long month, my joy has been snatched from me by the trials of life which left me unhappy, dispirited, daunted, and indolent–now I’m struggling to get to my feet and move on–hopefully I’ll be fine soon.  

So bushed at the moment and it is like there’s no strength left–but not defeated–of course–just broken wings.

People knew I was normal because I painted on a smile every time and yet deep inside my heart was a battle that never seen–only my kids and friends are aware. I wasn’t trying to put on a mask or pretend, but few I’ve told about my struggles. I didn’t have to tell the whole world.  

If I had to use another word besides worn out is this strangest one I’ve read–“kaput”–which means ruined; done for; demolished–that’s how I exactly felt about my circumstance. I was like a walking dead.

My experience recently was just part of living in this crazy world regardless of the impact it caused me–whether or not it will happen again. There I have seen real angels who walked with me and succor me in this difficulty. 

No, this is not the first time! I had devastation in the past, too. I am so out of track. The good thing I stood up and fought those battles. I don’t want to say I was strong because like this one–I also struggled; weary.  

I still exist (not hoping to die soon though), and this is what I understand a purpose. I still have a portion of duty to fulfill perhaps. So I am going to avail myself for another chance to serve and live life until my Creator will take it back.   

Still in severe pain, and I don’t want to deny this stage–it will take time to heal. 

Again my wings are just broken and I am still able to flap them slowly, little by little until they are cured. Then I am able to fly normally and journey with angels I haven’t seen or met yet.