I sit quietly and watch the world.
I am in hiding. I am vulnerable. I have one wing.
My arm must be treated like a fragile newborn.
The pain causes fear, but it will leave and I will heal.
Then I will do the tasks that I can only tisk at now.
I will take clear photos with a heavy camera held steady.
I will write true words with a keyboard using ten fingers.
When the fear leaves, I will be me again.
I will be fearless.
But for now, I will silently heal with a hopeful heart.