The Poise

When I came out
From my shell
I was feather-less
Looking like hell

I was fed with
Two more kins
They were beautiful
I looked grim

We then played
In small old nest
We were forbidden
From any quest

I was accountable
For all mischiefs
I got punished
they were relieved

it made me stubborn
and a bit selfish
I care for no one
But my own wish

One fine morning
I weighed my feathers
I gathered the hope
And all my courage

I took a long leap
And tried to fly
Now I was up
High in the sky

I am happy
For what I have done
I am confident and brave
But not gruesome.