Poetry

A Floating Feather (#1566)

A seagull feather floating in the open sea,
I can’t help but think it’s a metaphor for me,
Set adrift after failing to keep hold,
Now on a path that’s uncontrolled,
It has no way to change its direction,
The poor feather floats in reflection,
How did it come to be there and why?
It’s left to dream of that open sky,
The freedom of flight now long gone,
Its fate is now something to dwell on,
Will it float to deeper waters offshore?
Or will the waves force it to the ocean floor?
Will it eventually find itself becoming beached?
Left to be carried away, buried or sun bleached?
Feeling not at all in control of its destiny,
A seagull feather floating in the open sea,

Any Thoughts?

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