Falling,
A feather descending like stone
Waiting for the embrace of the net to envelope me in its vines,
To hold me captive in its safety.
It never did.
A mirage, a belief that was never true
A trap, like the illusion of water on hot pavement.
As I look around, reaching for anything,
I wonder how much my eyes deceive.
A feather…
So why not fly?
Ink & Embers 