tim's Bits and Pieces - 102. Featherless

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I wake, and the world is silent,
it expands from the body,
maybe out beyond the stars.
A thought lingers —
but what if nothing waits,
what if there's nothing but the dark?

Fear sings in my bones.
It offers no words, only weight,
pressure behind the eyes,
a lump in the chest
that no prayer or promise
is ever strong enough to lift.

I am a ghost walking through days
Like other shadows pretending
we know the road ahead.
Silence fills our days
We are fragile, like featherless birds
flightless as we face the wind.

And yet—
even in my tenuous weakness,
my hand still reaches for yours.
My weeping heart,
still gathers quiet strength
to hold, in it, dreams.

Love does not erase despair,
but it steadies it.
Desperation is essential,
to breed hope.
Both make the darkness
less absolute.

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