My Heart and A Feather

By shivanshi tayal.

Lighter, lighter and lighter still

Glistening like the morning dew

Withering, dying, such the crumbled heart

Laying on a scale, befriended by a feather

Beckoned by the calls of guilt

Lured to the scales at the end of the line

Who calls? But the goddess of guilt

Burdened with the weights

Crushed deep down to the star's dying wish

Betrayed by the truth only to be comforted by the lies

And draped all about with blankets of grief it built

The feather whispers and boasts to the heart

The heart fuelled by its apoplectism

But where does the scale tip?

The question lingers and bristles past the goddess of guilt

Perhaps the heart or the feather

Maybe one day the goddess weaves that tale

But out of the heart and the feather

I suppose I'd like my heart to win