ducks in a pond, following
their mother,
reflected in the clear water
of the pond
one duckling trails behind and i wonder
if it will ever catch up.
the water ripples and
it's different.
the duckling is older now,
nearly grown.
it stands at the edge
of the water, ready
to jump.
it doesn't look to be aiming
for the water. rather, it's aiming
for the sky.
the mother duck calls. the duckling
won't be flying today.
the water ripples and
it's different.
there is the duckling, standing
at the edge of the pond
again.
it wonders if it can fly. it wonders
if it wants to.
the duckling jumps.
the water ripples and
it's still the same.
the duckling is swimming now, but i wonder if,
maybe,
it wants something else.
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slaying dragons
PoetryThis is result of my therapist telling me to write about my feelings. Deals with some sensitive topics, so proceed with caution.
