Sometimes when I’m by myself i cry.
I don’t know why the tears flow
more easily in the solitude of my own mind.
When I fly.
My heart open wide.
Vulnerable to the memories,
and joys of my life.
Like a songbird that waits for the break
of dawn to open its throat and sing with everything it has,
quieting it’s music in the full light
the urge to burst,
seemingly with all the strength I have
and so much so