Broken Wings

I try to be brave and I used to be strong
But you weakened me;
It didn’t take long.
It’s hard for me to speak of such things,
To explain how you have broken my wings.

It hurts me to think of your careless touch.
It was nothing to you,
But for me? Too much.
In one thoughtless moment you captured me;
I do not think I can ever be free.

I changed that day when my soul was torn;
I have been left
Feeling so worn.
I know you didn’t mean to cause me pain
But thanks to you I'll never be the same.

Yet now I ask how you didn’t realise
What was happening
In front of your eyes?
Why couldn’t you see or understand
That a spirit was breaking at your hand?

I cannot forget; I will never forgive.
All I can do
Is try to live.
With this weight in my heart, I’ll tackle each day
But I don’t think I’ll ever find my true way.



Note 1: How is the rhythm in this one? I wrote it before I learned about syllabic and accentual metre. Should I rewrite it in metre?

Note 2: This is about the experience described in this poem: "Intolerable Humiliation"