The pleasant warmth
That she had built for herself
Remained her solace, In every torment
For any storm that Dared to choose her
She kept her heaven Locked away
In the warmth that She once nurtured
Stood the hope that Now nurtures her
In weaving a small cocoon, She built herself a fortress
A fortress of warmth and strength
That did not falter even
In the darkest of all nights
She was her wisdom, She was her solance
The moment she let go Of what pulled her down
Every weight became A feather of her wings
She rose like a phoenix
From the fire set to destroy her
It was her choice once, It was her dream
But today it’s her reality And now her identity
Vpoetry 
One thought on “Weight of a feather,”