The Swan
A poem I wrote after going through a tough personal situation.
she waddled along the bank
of her pond
it was a palliative day for the little swan
never did she think that
in an instant
her life would change
she came across two
duck eggs
cold and abandoned
she could feel that there was still
life within them
so she carved a hole into her life
she sat on them for days
warming them as her own
dedicated
thrilled to help them hatch
ready to watch them grow
she gave her all
the day they popped out
of their shells
she beamed with pride
the ducklings nuzzled up to her
immediately
and she at once felt whole
not long after
an angry duck appeared
it attacked the swan
it snatched up the ducklings
the swan tried to go after it
she was unsuccessful
on that day
the swan felt the hole that she’d carved
for the very first time
it was empty now
with no idea how to fill it
she swam in circles
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Molly Caitlin Long
22 - Artist - Poet - Fiction & Fantasy
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