Feathers and Birds.
She collected the feathers of birds,
broken wings; precious and endearing.
Her body quite plagued with mystery.
Creative and sensitive, She picked them
up with shaken hands, dreaming of their
b e h o l d e r .
The bird captivates Her, with its sing-song
lullabies, as it whistles to the trees and the
to the breeze. Just let it be, She always said,
Her voice high, but never heard.
It was in that swift moment of reality,
She realized she could never destroy
the freedom of flight, nor cage the bird itself.
So instead, She took what trailed behind,
her voice consumed with silence.
