Dusty Feathers

I took a flight within myself tonight; a glide of introspection
Ask a broken bird "why the cage?'
Will he reply, "For my protection"?

I put myself inside a lie
to save me from myself

Not one dream have I gone after; not one star have I claimed

Covered in doubt, I never open my arms; never welcome an efforts wings

Like broken bones I crumble; expected to carry my weight
Nothing is heavier than the fear of falling; catching yourself too late

Nothing good will ever come of me
if I leave a dusty feather to fly
Even those that fall so gracefully
reach the ground before the sky

I have fallen.

Author's Note

Please take a moment to comment, reviews are always helpful. Especially when I'm experimenting with different styles. I thank you in advance, it truly means so much.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

depths of despair. succinctly placed into lovely verse. ironic, isn't it? i always love this type of write. the duality of humanity is my favorite oxy moron.....we are singular minded and doomed to fail unless we are singular minded and determined to win. excellent poem!

[Renée]

why is there beauty in despair ? I suppose because of fragile heart.. I think this is your best piece so far KeelyJane... Well Done !

[Frieda P]

This one crash landed before I had time to catch my breath. Holy smokes, this is really filled with broken dreams and hopelessness. Favorite write of yours. Nicely pen'd!

[Jack...]

Dreams beneath and above out of reach if we don't try. Nice.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This Keely has to by my favourite of all your poems. it is just beautifully sad and told in perfect metaphor. It flows like silk and tastes of honey. The first stanza is so outstanding!

[Rita L. Sev]

Keely, I like the metaphor. Nice imagery - I particularly like the "I put myself inside a lie to save me from myself." A well-worded, common feeling. You capture the struggle well.