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.
Alone.
They come.
My heart open wide.
Vulnerable to the memories,
pains,
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
I fight
the urge to burst,
seemingly with all the strength I have
and so much so
it hurts.
Wow Chris…you write with such deep feeling. You are amazing and when I read what you write I feel deeply myself. Thanks for sharing.
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