Hanging On By A Feather Poem by Airda Jones

My wings are aching
I can feel it with each tug
Each one asking for a free ride
For me to lift them up

But I can't bear it
The pain is making me sore
I can't handle the hurt
Like I could before

My feathers are withering
No more soft to the touch
I can barely support myself
And I tire so much

I feel as if one more ride
Is all that I can give
I can't support anymore
If I want to live

But I am the only one
Who still wears her wings
So I am expected to fly on
No matter what sorrow it brings.