Fear of Fear

A bird on a feather
Floating.
Soft and serene.
Unruffled, untethered....
Inclined to preen.
Drifting downwards,
Groundwards,
Without thought
Of what's been.
The feather is her's.
So sad a turn.
Her wing is asunder.
Flight is lost.
So sure - once,
The feather that took her
For rides in her life,
Now prolongs her fate.
So quick,
To the ground.