Feathers and Heathers
Difficult emotions finally find words,
They are wild, free birds,
Fragile and delicate feathers,
But still an eagle, with Crown of Heathers.
I dare not explain them,
I dare not keep them inside.
No matter how grown I become,
Those words still make me stuttered and numb.
No matter how many poems I shed,
Defying silence shall still whack me to dread.
But worry not, I still wear my Crown of Heathers,
I still spread my wings with feathers.
-PM ❤️
Heathers here have specific significance






















