Refuse To Succumb

By Carol Elizabeth

The feather blissfully drifted away
Clueless of its path ahead
With a leap of redemption
Every gush of wing it swayed

The gush grew stronger
A little too hard to conquer
Up and above it rose
Stronger was it's fortitude , I suppose

A little unforgiving was the tempest
On and on it moved
It's rib was bent and bruised
Yet to succumb , it refused


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  • Wonderful 🥹❤️

    Jessi

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