If Hope is the Thing With Feathers

If Hope is the thing with feathers

Why does it weigh so heavy on my heart?

The lifting of those hopeful wings

Seems over before it starts.

If Hope is the thing with feathers

Where’s the softness? Where’s the smooth?

Where’s the chance to leave the ground

Without the burden of painful truth?

If Hope is the thing with feathers

Why won’t it let me fly?

I’m tethered bound and broken

But those feathers still urge me:

Try.

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