The Unclaimed Feather
A Journey of Strength and Resilience
Dropping from the sky there was a feather,
Waking from my sleep I want to grasp it,
Sitting in the clement weather,
Searching for the dreams I want to draft,
Looking for the paths, for the ways, for the mountains, I can climb,
Looking for those days, that darkness so that I can shine,
No doubt it can be tough in the beginning but I need to be strong,
I got to show the people who were pointing at me that they were wrong,
Because dropping from the sky was a chance.
And I have to pick that up to advance.
About the Creator
Touseef Ahmed
English Honours graduate, writing curative English content for the past five years.
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https://unheardvoicez.wordpress.com/
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven3 days ago in Fiction
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