Birds of a Feather
For the first time in her life, she felt like a sea
shell—something to be picked up, looked at,
maybe admired by some, but soon thrown
back into the sand without a second thought.
She didn’t want that—she didn’t want to be a
silver charm that hangs on a bracelet and bangs
against the countless other charms she’s beside.
No one will notice her stuck in the sand or blending
in on a bracelet for she looks just like everyone
else. She wanted to be a colorful feather on a
bird, one that helps it go from bland to beautiful, so
beautiful that it is impossible to get lost in a sea of
sand or a line of charms, for she is unique and always
comes prepared with a map to lead her back to herself,