Mellifluous Murmurs

The Withering Feather

Each feather that I dream of is like a fire 

A fire that burns each spec of this beautiful feather's existence..

This feather is weeping

This feather is dying

This feather is learning

This feather is crying.

This feather once belonged to a beautiful bird

This feather was once apart of something; attached

This feather could once communicate

This feather could once love..

Now this feather found a new home to the mud

Now this feather found a friend that does not speak

Now this feather is abandoned by its carrier

Now this feather has found light elsewhere.

I have come across this feather 

I have picked it up, I have nurtured it with my utmost attention.

I have given this feather an outlook of what it is to have a life

I have given this feather a new home

I have given this feather presentation, I hung it on my bedroom wall,

"What a pretty feather!", My mother exclaimed.

Little did she know that this feather was hurting

Little did she know that this feather belonged elsewhere

Little did she know that this feather was the most beautiful, but the most broken.

I stroked its feathers 

I wiped away its tears

I wanted to show this feather how great it was to have a life .

I guess it didn't turn out as great or as planned

because this feather saw the cruelty in life

This feather saw nothing.

But this feather saw me.

This feather was just another to be swept away off the face of this Earth

I saved an element of life

By actually showing it life 

But the feather pleaded that I let it go,

I couldn't, but I did

I showed the blind a beautiful painting 

Now it'll stride and explore

This beautiful feather is gonna conquer the lifeless.

All because of my touch.

I made a feather come alive.

With just a touch.