Wings Of Healing

With open doors, I stand,  gazing at the tattered road. The road that brought me here,   to an empty canvas for my brush.   Years anchored mind, body, and soul,   while the bluebird sings my Spirit's Song.   I soar with wings of healing, strong and true,   embracing the wind, trusting its guidance.   Grant me the moon, the sun, the day and night,  for I yearn to breathe my native pride.