Short stories and poems

A feather encrusted in isolation and despair.

"I tried so hard to be someone you would willingly keep, but I guess it was either I wasn't enough or you were not the right person for me."

A single feather drifts on the surface of the water, adorned with crumbles of dirt that litter the cream surface like jewels, sailing along the top like a little boat on a gentle ocean, gliding with the same elegance as a swan as the mild breeze gently presses against its back.

A feather nestled amongst the dew of the grass is counted beautiful by you, but is it even missed by the bird who let it go?

A fallen angel who tried its hardest to love, but was eventually shed, not a single glance behind to say goodbye as the frail feather floats down towards the ground like a single tear that was never supposed to escape.

What loss would the bird have felt when the hole that remains empty is hidden from view?

It's so easy to let me go, but it's so painful to watch you fly away like my life and my efforts were meaningless — even my sunny smiles weren't enough to convince you to stay (well, actually, there was no issue of whether or not you were going to stay, for you were always a restless little one, hopping here and there, whilst I trailed behind wearily but hid my loneliness behind a cheerful smile.)

It wasn't a matter of persuading you to stay, it was always to convince you to never let me go, but it wasn't enough.

I don't think you really cared about how I felt because, otherwise, you wouldn't have turned your face away when my eyes silently pleaded for connection and love.

Here, nestled amongst the dampness that peppers the ground as fragile pearls of dew, I stare up at the wisps of clouds that float through the azure sea of the sky, fine strands coated in a milk hue flutter in the fresh breeze, surpressing sobs as they delicately dance at the simple touch of the wind.

A girl wandering through the garden alone, finds her gaze flitter towards the cream blur that trembles slightly at the sting of the cool breeze as it hides behind the outstretched blades of grass that sway quietly in rhythm with the wind.

Petite hands cradle the fragile feather between their soft palms, a sweet smile embroidered onto the corners of the girl's rosy lips.

"So beautiful..."

If only the bird thought the same thing.