10/27/2024
Feathers of the Mind
The world insists on my presence,
on rituals, rules, and routine,
while my mind longs to drift,
to wander vast, unseen.
Everyday demands weigh heavy,
binding my spirit to the ground,
where flights of thought and wonder
are lost in the daily sound.
They strip the feathers from my wings,
one by one, till none remain,
clipping the flight paths of my dreams,
tethered to the mundane.
But in the quiet moments, I find,
a whisper of sky, a glimpse of light,
and gather, feather by feather, again,
the freedom to soar beyond the night.
