broke-winged

collapse by your wall of assumptions
fall into feeling and intuitive darkness
suffer the highway sparrow
that hops broke-winged across the exit lane
pleading for the mercy of brake pads and calipers
leave the safety of your vehicle
the comfort of warmth behind
take a step onto the grey blood of healing
its slickness covers the off-ramp
drivers question as they slide
who am I? what have I become?