Songbird

i love you
beyond the words i’ve been taught to speak, 
like the subtle spaces between these ink traces,
unnoticed unless otherwise pinpointed. 
like the silence between
the sweet music
that resonates in my ears,
vibrates in my chest. 
like the honey nectar notes
of a sunrise sky,
of a watercolour dream,
of a songbird’s ecstatic cry
as the wind gives lightness
to the bird who has always been afraid to fly, 
unaware of her wings even existing
until the deafening cage door opens, 
releasing her from the fright
that she will never
be loved again.

 

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