Finally I’m here today
Flying high on feathers of hope
Refusing to remain tight like a bud
From the risk of budding under the scorching sun
I often hear laughter invited from beyond
The shame, the dark thoughts and spite
Do they intend to break my spirit?
And hide my teary eyes beneath a bowed head?
The small bird sings a tune without words
Perching in the stems of my soul
Reminding that whether still or not
The daybreak is astoundingly clear