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Feather

She believed she was feathered, from 

long ago. But now she’s not so sure 

anymore. It’s probably gone,

stolen or even drown.


And she doesn’t know by who.


It might be her neighbor, her siblings, her 

surroundings, or even herself; at some 

point. Sometimes she might do

that to herself.


She unfeathered. She stumbles, she 

fumbles, lost then never found. No

matter how hard she miss

that someone that

she once were.


But then the feather grows back little by 

little & this new feather is even better.

It’s stronger, it’s shinier, it’s way 

prettier than her old ones

will ever be.


Turns out this new feather is equipped with 

her new skills; the one that she got along 

the way from her interactions, her

thoughts & her feelings. Also,

the books that she’s read.


Then she realized that we grow ourselves

a pair of new wings every single day.

Because we never quite the same

as we were yesterday.


So I just hope that we’ll be patient

enough to let our feather grows

back, and watch we grow

alongside it.



Ananda Khaira Azizah,

Pekanbaru, 25 Januari 2025.

Hari Sabtu, pukul 3 sore.

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