Wounded swan, still beautiful –
Spreads wings she feels
Are broken –
Determined still to climb again
To clouds that call her home.

Broken bird, so painful so
To those she’s known
And those who’ve known
Her hopeful song – it soothes
The gentle rain.

A fallen dream, no destiny
It seems, but few know her resolve –
No hawk, no storm
No gravity
Will keep her on the ground.

A gusting wind, an answered prayer
Believing in herself again,
She circles to her clouds, she’s home –
A feather floats
down
to
the
stones

To be this writer’s pen!

Kelly Vinal

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swan-feather/