At 10pm
my heart begins to beat
like the wings of a bird
in a cage
without peace
The unresolved energy
of unheeded emotions
runs through my veins
And I rifle through apps
faster and faster
as the little bird *****
Until I stop
and let all the sticking moments
be seen and recognized
taken out into the light
and purified
The golden key
winks at me
laughing at my old forgetfulness
as I set my beating bird free