In a hollow barn and stormy night,
the young swan dances in the light.
on tippy toes with clothes bright,
alone in the middle of the night.
Stacks of hay around her sway,
with every flow of arms.
every ruffle of silver feathers
is like a magic charm.
Bruised arms and torn feathers,
Smiling she dances free of tethers.
Alone she twirls, alone she falls,
alone she dances in the halls.
She once knew a swan so fair,
the most beautiful declared.
She watched that swan dance,
she watched that swan die.
And wonders if she will be
the next swan so fair.
another bait for the affair,
of merchants and mongers.
So she dances in the halls,
until her toes too are bound,
until her wings are butchered,
until sobbing is the only musical sound.
So she ballets and awaits,
her ultimate fate
of becoming the next bait,
by the ministers of it's estate.
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I haven't written any good poems in a while and my exams are starting very soon.
Life's been a mess lately but everything will be alright, I hope.
Sending love to whoever is reading this, thank you for reading my poems, it helps me keep going and prevents me from leaving my hobby behind even in bad times, ily♥️🥺.
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