May 15, 2014 11 a.m.
I set it free
The little bird caged in my heart
I let it out into the windy and chilly breeze
To fly with the other birds and find its niche and some heat.
I set it free
The little bird in my heart called love
I let it out to nestle in a warmer place, somewhere called Bree
Me, empty and lost I slink away to find me a seat by the window alcove.
I seat and dream of wonderland
The dreams of nights under the blue sky and a full moon
I remember, “the bench” “the boat” and many moons “by the lake”
Then, I close it all up…
because….
I have set it free
The pain inside
The hurt inside
The sense of betrayal inside
The weirdness of feeling naked and empty
I have set it all free, simply by setting you free.
Merci
11.10 p.m.
Wow! This is deep.
To be free of love is to be frozen hearted.
But to be free is to be healed of a broken heart.