I see you struggling stuck in you're own personal hell I've helped you shed some of your armor now you are back after something that should have never happened.
I've wept at the possibility of losing you.
I see you battered and beaten now once again fully suited still recovering from your battle with that giant.
you're scared and alone in that cage of protection.
dear bird your wings are still broken as you standing there ashamed of the song you can no longer sing. I hear you still trying to push past the rasp stuck in your cords it heartbreaking in it's simple beauty.
the path of recovery is long and frankly a bitch to deal with but I will always be there to see you rise from that cage and ashes like the phenoix you are.
rest now for a new day is ahead.
-a tired rambling traveler