Pain defines itself
Like a crow that drops a feather
And never looks back
Pain defines itself
Without excuse, without regret
A tender whisper
At sunrise
Defines itself on your pillow
As part of you
For you
Yet a whisper in never loud
Even when allowed
There is little joy
When you find the black feather
Upon your path
At sunset or at high noon
And put it in your bag
In fear that it can fly
By itself
A name you still remember
Defines itself
As that part of you
You lost, near a vast sea
Or to forget pain
... And you want to remember
But you now have that black feather
A crow dropped upon your path
So you sharpen its tip
And you dip that feather
Into the night-dark ink
Of your memories
And give the name you once forgot
A new name
To define itself
June 28, 2017
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017
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