Thursday, 9 October 2014


Beautiful creature
Perched so purposefully
Dignified in stature
Each pointed feather in place
Seemingly youthful
But your eyes give it away
Shinning, yet sad
There is a weight in those eyes
A weight larger than your frame could ever carry
Under the gleam of pristine feathers, you’re a fighter
Protecting yourself is second nature
That sharp beak does not go unused
You keep up your image and hope to protect what’s underneath
Flight from others gives you that protection too
Majestic wings to carry you to solitude
But with solitude, you lose those that still choose to care

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