Recovery

This little bird, having bumped into my window, 

Is resting on the deck below, 

Taking time to breathe again, 

Shake out her wings before ascending 

Back into the sky. We,too, must learn 

To allow ourselves recovery time; 

Time to rest, to self-assess, test out our wings 

And slowly breathe life back into our hearts 

After those unexpected bumps upon the road — 

You know the ones: the accidents, the losses,

 The surprises we encounter that divert us 

From the path we thought we’d chosen. 

Who knows? Each one could be a gift,

But we won’t know ‘til we make time to unwrap it.