Sadness is the bird
that no longer sings.
It sits in a cage
with the door wide open-
but something holds it back.
It remembers the sky
and the way the sun felt-
still reaching for it
as though a dream.
I know what happiness is,
but I can no longer feel it.
I only remember myself
as I once was-
the yellow bird
that used to be free.
And somehow,
it almost hurts more.