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.
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