Daylight begins to fade,
As I stare out the window— stare at the sky
There's dark storm clouds in my mind
Swirling within the chaos— my thoughts, my feelings
Raindrops coming out through my eyes
The thunder heard through my cries

Trembling from the shake of my soul
Frozen in place— My emotions, ice cold
My sight, blurry windows, covered in water—
Water turning to frost— Frost keeping me wide-eyed
Wide-eyed, alert
Focused on silenting, the screams in my throat

The sun shines—
My world lacks color
I feel cold

Do cacti crave hugs?
Do they mourn their loss of touch?
Their thorns protect them—
But do they ever want more?
Tell me, are cacti touch starved?

I had a nightmare
My ****** flesh was torn off
Your clothes, rotting skin

Little bird,
Your cage is not of my making.
Little bird,
I see the weight you carry, silent, unseen.
Little bird,
My hand is open, only if you wish to land.
Little bird,
I promise not to squeeze too tight.
Little bird,
I'd never clip your wings.
Little bird,
I’d never take your sky from you.
Little bird,
Let me build you shelter, not a cage.
Little bird,
I’ll walk beside you, not ahead.
Little bird,
I ask for nothing, only that you know,
Little bird,
You are free, even here with me.