....an attempt to be free...

My voice---caught.
In my throat by the beak of the bird
that is captured within my ribcage.

She spreads out her wings
and feathers
tickle
my insides
and
brush my inner skin
as she remembers what it was like
to be free

Free to move and sing
not locked in place by who
SHE believes she has to be
but allowed to be who she has the potential to be.

i'm coming back to write soon i promise.
life has been wild.
last semester at humboldt state.
i moved into a new house up here.
i have no idea what i am going to do with my future.
i am looking at seminaries.
i desire to be loved.
i desire more than ever to find God in my life.