She was admired by everyone
a wild winter swan
perfect in every way
the whitest feathers
the most graceful bearing
wings fit for a god
the young ones
hypnotized by her elegance
swam behind her
following in her wake
then one day
she turned and said
I’m not who you think I am
the young swans were confused
I wasn’t always beautiful
filled with grace and agility
you look at me and see what you wish to see
in fact
she said
shaking her wings
I was once the Ugly Duckling
mocked and tormented by others
because I was not beautiful
or graceful
because I did not fit in
so I learned to look deeply into others
searching for kindness
and goodness
because white feathers don’t matter
but an open heart does
then she turned away
and continued swimming
Picture: Pixabay
I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life
Brave & Reckless 
its not what’s on the outside. 🙂
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Our past is not always visible in the present.
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Thank you.
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Thank you Christine.
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Beautiful sentiment, Gi!
Thank you!
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