BY AFTON JAGELS
Silver droplets dripping down
From the sky to the ground
Gray above and gray below
Down the silver raindrops flow
The sky is leaking
But the storm is fleeting
Grinning as tears wet my face
Flawed feathers floating round
Heavy resting on the ground
Weight within and wait without
A dream that I begin to doubt
The drive is leaving
But the hope it’s keeping
Moving to a brand new place