smallfeels

The Village

Seated amidst mist shrouded peaks
the soft lights of the village far below
he remembers when it was his home
another life it now seems so long ago

His mother cradling him in her arms
the world was large yet troubles small
feeling sorrow, he smiles nonetheless  
as it’s better than feeling nothing at all  

Delicately holding his atrophied wings 
gazing down upon the village tonight
whether it led him into life or to death 
his heart knew it was time to take flight