Broken wings are slow to heal
Earthbound, and hidden
Memories of the sun fades
Forgetting how to feel
Hidden under a cloak of steel
Feathers wilt and fall away
Protected from a world of pain
Forgetting what is real
Armour rusts as most things do
Nothing stays the same
In time all things must come and go
Forgetting, sorrow will too
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 
Yes, it shall pass.
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