‘It wasn’t promoted as a viable career choice at all in my high school. Actually, my careers adviser advised me against it.’
– Abigail, 17
The Thing With Feathers
I often discover the winged beast
Asleep when I need him the most.
His shadow, my blanket,
Is pulled from my grasp
And my large, feathered guard
Leaves me bare.
It is often these times
That I notice a change
In his temperament
And in his colour.
No longer my warm and welcoming friend,
A foreboding and frightening foe.
I listen to voices that urge me to leave
And advise against my return.
But as Creativity restlessly stirs,
I smile and bid him good day.
Image – Sarah Kaplowitz, Pinterest