him
a wing trapped in a cage
i was not one to hold
therefore
i was one to let go

the cage
it’s doors opened
the wing
free

it hurt
yes i admit that
but the wing
is free and glad
for it is not trapped no more

but
the wing remembers
for what it left
behind all alone
therefore
it came back

Deep in the forest,
The dark green forest,
Where the trees sway
In the lively breath of wind,
Their marshmallow heads
Dancing,

Where it is afloat and aflutter
With birdsong,
And the chirps of the playful creek,
The steady burbling of unbridled joy,

Where beauty grows on trees,
In pinks and purples and pollen
In fur and feathers,
In the earth,

There is a pond,
A polished mirror laid gently
On the dewy grass.
An echo of the strokes
Of a child’s painting,
In the sky.

If I could love
the limping
ugly
afraid
part of me
That I drag through the mud
and thorns

If I could let
the transparent
clawing
screaming
silhouette speak
Instead of kicking it
into the basement

If I could put
my deepest human essence
onto paper
for everyone to see

Then.
Then, I could be free.

Hello,
Creature of my thoughts
Have you come to
Play?
I hope all is well with you
Though I wish
You'd stop banging against
The walls of my skull
I can hear you knocking
But you are not a welcome guest.
The only time you enter is when
You enter through the window,
Quiet and deadly.