They say I was gentle & light,
Never took me for a fright,
Unproblematic until I torn,
I was a feather in midst of storm.

All because I never hover with them,
It’s because my little presence holds a stand,
They are huge, rebellious like all,
And if I act, their eyes crawl.

Even I am small but hold an impact,
If I know my worth, I can be priceless like ink and pen,
But if I accept my fate and live like a worm,
Then no one can change me to be a
Lifeless feather broken in midst of storm.

— Red_magicwand