A feather was given to me by a crow.
It has rainbow colors.
The crow looked at me sideways.
I pulled yellow,
I saw myself at 80’s.
I pulled blue,
I saw myself from a toddler into my 8th year.
I saw none but I felt all of the fear I felt
through all my years.
All of the opportunity missed and experiences.
Felt all the range of rage,
to all my loneliness of all my sorrows.
My immediate and relatives
the ones who loved me,
those who can say but not even dare show.
On a whim of a breeze, I feel the last feather
Shown a color of what people are,
shown the true test of a person’s love and affection.
why even bother to give when one can not even leave
his ego behind,
and ends what a past can hold.