​Becoming

An egg as white as snow, cracks
as the first sign of spring arises.
I come to this world, different.
 
Feathers as dark as ink, laughed at
by those of my kind, I wander away, 
only to uncover more loneliness.
 
Alone, in the wild. Nothing 
cares to even glance at me.
Water flows by, in such hurry.
 
Snows falls. The ground is covered in a white carpet.
Frost like a dagger, digging through my gray features.
What do I have to hope for? Nothing.
 
The first greens, grow up from the dirt.
Swans, feathers as white as snow. Curiously,
I step close, only to see, I have become one of them.
 
 
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MaxWang

DC

19 years old

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