A Dove's Tale

I screamed and wept silent tears, as

God, his angels and saints had forsaken me…

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Rage had become my false power,

Tearing my soul to pieces, as it had done, although

I came into my own and  once again,

Became free to lash out at the world that had wronged me so.

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I would ruffle my feathers and tuck my head under one more time,

And would weep without a sound.

Nobody wants to hear a dove cry-

We are beautiful birds pure and white,

Symbols of peace and love, we are and have always been.

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A dove is not allowed to feel the pain of

Hurt, rejection and loss,

Angry or sad we could never  allowed to be,

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Doves live in a world in which

One must always be content and

To bring tranquility and harmony to all,

But as with any living being,

Whether a dove or a vicious animal be –

I would shed my feathers and disappear,

Only because-

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I just cannot hide the pain that is forever eminent –

Without my feathers and wings to carry me,

I am none but a living being

With feelings and a beating heart as

Owned by everyone.

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Claudia Krizay

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