A Flight of Thoughts

Today, the weather is warm. I go out into the autumn sun to give my thoughts some air. They fly out of their cage and lift as if in search of meaning, trailing their long sighs like kite tails. I watch them soar upwards almost out of sight. I call them but they won’t come back. They seem to like the freedom of the sky, the sun bleaching away the dark mold that had stained their wings to a sooty-black. There is a joy in them riding the warm air, wheeling way above the trees, untethered from the cramped confines where I had held them hostage, imprisoned somewhere on the inside of me. After a lifetime I must learn to be kind to myself.