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.”