Birds still sing…

Their contradictions

In my ears still ring.

Each sweet note…

Heavy with happiness,

But don’t they know..?

Clouds still float…

Casting their shadows of a

Formless hope.

I can’t hold

My breath for long…

To contain my own,

Defeated song.

 I’m not like them…

I can’t contradict these thoughts

When my face betrays my fear and doubt.

How do they hold up the walls

Of this world?

Don’t they hurt?

Sky still hangs…

Laden so, with the burden of morning rain.

“Where is your composure?”

I hear them say.

“Don’t you know… It pays to learn that it hurts to grow…

And it’s okay.”