Featherless

            What good is a feather without a wing? What use a wing without a wind to lift it? How I make the effortless an effort in this war with myself.

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            Some call me determined, others, stupid. I care not. I strive for betterment, to be greater than the sum of my parts. Who are they to judge me? What’s wrong with wishing to be free?

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            They find my broken body at the bottom of a cliff, a rabid sea licking at my face. I am smiling. They think it a frown. Featherless, they say. No, but one can dream.

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