Feathers

A play-on-words poem about a man who once gave me a feather quill.

You break me,
You break me-
You break me.
Then piece me together again…
You are, at once, the disease
And the miraculous-mend medicine.
The fissures, these fractures;
My fixtures-
You are always pervading my dreams,
And while you bestow me with feathers,
You will never present me with wings.