Now I Decide To Fly Away From The Home Of The Pigs

everything has been concealed
for years
i have lived with the pigs
in the mud
and ate the left-over foods
of our masters

but then today
i feel the feathers growing on my side
i have strong wings
my claws are pushing in my feet
no longer hoofs
and hair

the wind from the sea
breaks the truth it brings

on my beak is the break
once upon a time a seagull lost an egg in the pigsty
unaccounted

i was that egg

i am a seagul now
to the full
of my potentials

goodbye brother pigs now i must fly away to the farther seas
to the higher skies

my destiny

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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