Feather

 

Being a guide who shows path,

It’s ironic I am lost today.

But I cannot tell anyone,

Because they look up to me for a way.

 

Everything was perfect and I had my aim,

But then a gush of wind came by and it changed.

I was no longer the same.

And fell from the sky, estranged.

 

While I fell, I was watched by many.

In my misery they found harmony.

I have been grounded ever since,

But my fate changed the fate of eternity.

 

Those who laughed, depend on me today.

With ink, I carve their life’s way.

Yesterday’s fallen will now tell tomorrow what to say.

History is now what I sway.

 

~ A historians Pen.

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