Broken Wing
By Christos Kioni (c) Copyright 2015, All Rights Reserved Worldwide
A little bird had a broken wing. He could not fly but he could sing.
A little bird with a broken wing. Children laughed at him, bullied and teased.
Poor little bird, he could not fly, but he could sing.
An unwanted little bird, broken and useless the others teased.
Poor little bird, he could not fly, but he could sing.
I want to be exceptional said the little bird with the broken wing.
I want to fly high like the eagles and see what they see!
You are broken, stay on the ground, you can’t fly his friends teased.
And so the little bird sat alone, feeling sad because he could only sing.
One day it all became clear and the little bird lost his fear.
This broken wing I don’t need. Differently abled am I, said he.
My voice, not a broken wing, will lift me to my destiny.
And so the little bird with the broken wing began to sing.
His voice soon heard around the world, in places he could never be.
All because of a broken wing.
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A poem I wrote about not feeling good enough, smart enough or physically abled. I understand, because I am a life long Post Polio Survivor with a physical disAbility and I know what it is like to struggle with self-doubt. I hope you will share. Don't view yourself negatively. Look in the mirror and see your greatness in its reflection. - Christos Kioni
By Christos Kioni (c) Copyright 2015, All Rights Reserved Worldwide
A little bird had a broken wing. He could not fly but he could sing.
A little bird with a broken wing. Children laughed at him, bullied and teased.
Poor little bird, he could not fly, but he could sing.
An unwanted little bird, broken and useless the others teased.
Poor little bird, he could not fly, but he could sing.
I want to be exceptional said the little bird with the broken wing.
I want to fly high like the eagles and see what they see!
You are broken, stay on the ground, you can’t fly his friends teased.
And so the little bird sat alone, feeling sad because he could only sing.
One day it all became clear and the little bird lost his fear.
This broken wing I don’t need. Differently abled am I, said he.
My voice, not a broken wing, will lift me to my destiny.
And so the little bird with the broken wing began to sing.
His voice soon heard around the world, in places he could never be.
All because of a broken wing.
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A poem I wrote about not feeling good enough, smart enough or physically abled. I understand, because I am a life long Post Polio Survivor with a physical disAbility and I know what it is like to struggle with self-doubt. I hope you will share. Don't view yourself negatively. Look in the mirror and see your greatness in its reflection. - Christos Kioni
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