Self Portrait II (Format Is Better On My Home Page) by Sydney Victoria

Self Portrait II (Format Is Better On My Home Page)

My Lips Are Set Straight, Chapped, And Thin.
    Heart
             Is
                 Thumping
                                Wildly
                                         Pushing
                                                      Blood
                                                               Through
                                                                               My
                                                                                    Hot
Clouds Scurried Across The Sky Like Thin Blue Veins
                                                                                   As
                                                                               If
                                                                           It
                                                                  Were
                                                              A
                                                Captive
                                   Animal
                           That
                    Had
            Been
       Set
Free From Accusation The Birds Soared Above Me
    ....
        Such
               An
                    Interesting
                                      Concept
                                                    Because
                                                                  How
                                                                          Does
                                                                                  One
The Leaves Fell In Circles Around Me; It's Fall I Know
                                                                                      If
                                                                             They
                                                                    Truly
                                                             Are
                                                   "Free"
                                            And
                                     Not
                            Being
                   Held
       Captive
  By
The Dawn Is Quiet Since Deserted By The Sparrows
     Sky

*Sydney

I Have Become The Songbird's Favorite Summer Tree, And My Precious Sparrows Are Flying Away, Else Where, Without Me, For I Am Grounded By The Hardening Soils..