Sometimes I find feathers 

With words inscribed 

Between the lines,

Embedded in the designs,

Binary messages 

Of zeros and ones.

Truth can never hide for long.

It resides in the Fibonacci numerals,

The spirals that wind

From deep within the pine cone

Before it’s ever born.

One sided victories are never won,

Never ending battles beneath the sun

To hold what I can never keep,

What’s never been mine

And was never meant to be.

But maybe I can see my true power grow

From my own potentiality

Of the great fairness, gentleness, and humility

That lies inert, innate within me?

-jenn