ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

My feathers!

The incandescent light of hope burning inside,

Yes! this is the time, 

I have waited for.

This is the moment,

When I turn the rock inside,

Turn it into the soft feathers moulded inside.

Moulded with the friction of hitting metal through time,

But it is still there somewhere,

Or that is what I hope.

That the feather inside,

I have lost,

Comes up again,

Re-aligns itself,

And prepares to free my chained self.

This is the moment when I am going to live again,

This is the moment when I am going to be free,

And I am going to be me.

And just when the key to the lock is put in,

I realize, the lock has changed.

Now I know,

I really don't have feathers anymore,

All that is alive but,

Is the hope,

Of growing new ones.