fly again

starting over after a long and painful relationship

I can hear the dripping outside my window

I no longer understand why the water hides and then falls

I wish to weep, but find my hate swelling

so much beauty that is hidden beneath the noise

why do we cut, battere and torture our minds

what freedom can there be with wings that have been clipped by our own hands

my hand seizes me in the night, creeping around my neck and mind

what enemy could there be when it's all inside of me