Feather
How heavy isn’t it
to lift a feather
To hold between one’s hands
not letting it go
it is a big task
Because the feather, is entrusted to you by the one who flies
the prophecy of another type of life
and don’t be fooled, in reality every prophecy too
is the confirmation of an internal knowledge There is an unstable point on my spine
they are hitting me I am scattering
but I am not falling obstinately
life starts over back to square one
one step forward one step backward A feather is floating from above
no bird to be seen, only it came itself
to perch on me
I know, feathers are signs from angels to me
I am keeping inside my hands
like life