Yoked Feather

Yoked Feather

A Poem by Avondale Kendja

You are not what I want,
I wish you'd stop "loving" me.
How am I supposed to know Love?
She eludes me on her angel wings until
  my branches can reach
  what humans ignore above us.
And I can't blame her.
I wish I could hide, too.

You, with your angst and growing needs;
They aren't forefront in my mind
As I am for you
  A swan at her best,
  A cuckoo at her worst,
And if possible, I'd dazzle all
  with my blue-green plumage.

I wish I was ready;
I can't fly just yet.

© 2015 Avondale Kendja


Author's Note

Avondale Kendja
The title doesn't make sense until towards the end.

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Added on June 6, 2015
Last Updated on June 6, 2015
Tags: #unrequitedlove #pain #introspec




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