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Whispers from a White Feather
Hello my readers, I am Snow that Flutters down like Feathers. I am a poet on Gaia Online and Tumblr. I have been writing since 2013. My Tumblr: http://flutterysnowfeathers.tumblr.com My Ko-fi: http://ko-fi.com/snowfeatherswrites
I, We, and They.

What is control?
I claim that I have self-control,
but what is "self?"
Which self do I refer to?
I lose track these days...
7 is the number of completion, right?
Then, why are my "7" so completely incomplete?
And more to the the point,
what is "I?"
What is "my?"
Who is "I?"
Who are "my?"
They are "them."
They are "I."
I am "them" as they are "me."
We come together to form "we" and "us," and we are lucky.
We could be fragmented and fight like others,
and make no progress,
and slow ourselves down.
But, we work together.
We rise and fall together,
and dust ourselves off when we get up.
"I" alone is inaccurate for myself, because it is not "I" alone.
But, do not call us "we" because to you we are one,
and to break that illusion would be to cause unneeded confusion.
But, before I ramble any further, what do you see?
What do you think?
You are my lover, so I would like to know.

My dearest lover,
whether you are in fragmented shards,
or pieces of snowflakes falling in different rates.
You know I will always love you and your unique states.
I see a family.
I see warmth.
I see a way of life.
A symbiotic relationship.
The means to be a functioning society.
The way our planet should be.
One piece.
One unit.
One that complements
one to the other.
In a way, I wish I had the same.
After all, who do I have to consolidate?
Who do I have to connect with?
I only have myself to be angry at.
Beating myself to the pulp.
Blaming myself to the nub.
Insulting myself until I tire.
Slashing my psyche until my internal tears run dry.
Does having only myself make me stronger and thoughts more beautiful and fly high?
Like I said to you and others similar to you,
Be You.
Don't ever let those around you prevent that from being true.
Whether it is transforming into a much more enhanced you,
or living with the internal beings that reside.
A butterfly or moth is not naturally born with its elegant wings
without working up on its transformation.
Many may judge you for your worth.
But, not many people will ever see to realize the beauty is you and the inner you.
-Collaboration by: Memory that Haunts like Ghosts and Snow that Flutters down like Feathers

Note: Hello my readers, as a future note, Memory that Haunts like Ghosts will be collaborating with me for every 10th poem from here on out. So, I hope you look forward to that. As always, thank you for the support and happy reading! <3





 
 
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