Glass Feathers
They float
gently in the wind, each one with a reflection of your face as I see you
in my dreams
Floating
away gentle with the smiles, the laughs, the tears we used to share
Feathers
shed by this bird called love or infatuation I do not know the difference
All I know
is that it was strong, it was fun, there was a connection
But here go the glass feathers to tell another story
On and on the glass feathers swim in the breeze, each with its own story
to tell
One stained
by a tear, another splashed with blood, red like Jezebel’s lips
Each feather
reopening the wound that refuses to heal
And the
heart that insists on holding onto the pain and clinging to memories
But the
glass feather showing you and me is cracked in the centre
Glass feathers being blown away along with the memories
So hard to
let go, I stretch my hands to hold them back before they float away
But the
sharp pain in my hands reminds me that these are glass feathers
And the
torrents of blood remind me exactly why I should let them go
They have
cut me. They have cut my heart. They have cut my soul.
They are glass feathers.
Contributed
By : zithelo mnguni zithelo@hotmail.com
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