Broken Soul
Lost, Abandoned, Forgotten... Hopeless.
Sylvin sat in the strangling darkness, his pride broken.
His long tail draped on the floor behind him like a ragged curtain; forgotten, destroyed.
Humiliated, he shied away from all life, confining the shame of having been embarrassed in front of those he knew. The feathers that were once always skyward, no matter the strain, now hung loosely down, like a dying plant. He wished for his pride to once again ignite; for his crest to rise upwards like it so often used to.
For decades, he laid alone… for a peacock without pride could not call himself a peacock.
About the Creator
Jessica Phoenix
"To write well, express yourself like the common people, but think like a wise man." -Aristotle
I'm working on a book that I hope to publish sometime soon- Wish me luck!
I enjoy drawing, reading about Autism, and researching about dogs!
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