A Poem by Inject Positivity

Nobody knows how she felt
That day, the white feathered bird

Traveling from the north
With her wings soaring high

Until they cut down her feathers
With their sword of inhumanity

In silence, she cried out,
Hoping they might listen to

The sound of her tears falling,
But alas! poor bird

She did not know,
The place she was traveling

No longer belonged to her
Not even the wind

That once played with her
And carried her like a child

© 2017 Inject Positivity

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to be rejected by those who raised us? to have no place to call home...no nest upon which to rest---
yes, so sad.


Posted 4 Years Ago

The world is sometimes unspeakably cruel. You have shown that very vividly, this tells an extremely universal tale, many will relate.

This tragedy could be the birth story of a Phoenix, too.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Nice, shows how gradually the bird is falling apart in either, sadnesss, disappointment as if going through a huge sorrow.

Posted 4 Years Ago

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Added on February 6, 2017
Last Updated on February 6, 2017


Inject Positivity
Inject Positivity

WB , India

Poet, naturalist, optimist. "Everyday is a blessing and an opportunity. Be grateful and keep moving ahead." "Life, well it stands between two different worlds, one that wants to keep it here a.. more..


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