Finding ways to heal
It takes time and reflection
Isolation helps.

Sobbing in my hands,
wishing for the world to be
finally at peace.

11 p.m.
It's time to go to bed
With weird thoughts in my head.
Maybe dreams will be better.

12 a.m.
Midnight has come.
I can't feel, I'm numb.
When will sleep fall on my eyes?

1 a.m.
It's already too late
For me to still be awake.
Yet I can't fall asleep because of you.

2 a.m.
Oh, here they come.
I've been waiting them for long.
Bad thoughts are back.

3 a.m.
Everything is peaceful
But my heart and my lungs.
Anxiety, why won't you go away?

4 a.m.
Dawn is here, and I'm still awake.
Everything is calm, my heart doesn't ache.
It's too late to fall asleep now.

5 a.m.
I breathe in cold, fresh air,
Everything around me seems so fair.
New day, new chance. I'm glad to be alive.

I feel like writing a love story.
But I forgot how it feels to love.
I remember the happiness but I don’t remember how it feels to be happy in love.
Since you’re reading this, can I just pretend I’m in love with you?
Can I just pretend I’m your man?
Or can we just erase our past and write a new and real story where we both are deep in love?
I see you scared of falling in love again, so am I, we had our time healing ourselves on our own.
Let’s gather the remains of our shattered hearts and form one.
Let me tell you how I feel.
I think we’re ready for this.
I don’t want to be alone; you don’t want to be alone.
Let’s try this together, you and me.

What if I were to tell you,
that your soul dances in delight
every time your heart aches

                                Would you think her evil?

                                Would you conspire against her?

And what if I were to tell you
that the soul knows,
the knowledge of experience
          Are the fruits of its labor
That the wisdom
          hidden in pain,
          Are what it's after

And what if I were to tell you,
that without these,
                             You starve her,
                             Deny her,
                             Un-express her

Would you understand her now?
Would you give her the life she craves?
or
Would you continue to deny her existence
                                             ...and ultimately,
                                                              yo­urs?

--PY

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.