I used to sing my life away.
Like there was a bird caged in my chest.
When I opened my mouth,
She could fly.
You get when you unconsciously push your diaphragm
Down and air
Rushes from your depths and into the world,
Vocal chords vibrating in hallelujahs,
Welled up in me today,
Not a belligerent strange bird pummeling herself at my window
Because she saw danger in her reflection, as I have been of late.
And therefore, forgot my song almost entirely.
Today I was a bird singing because she could.
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