Calling on to the birds

I miss pen and paper
Words are escaping me
I miss the world where I used to belong to
I'm not sure anymore what that world is or if it ever existed
I miss notes and keys
I only hear deafening cords of silence
Trapped in my own darkness
Banging the walls that trapped me in
Darkness has swallowed all exit ways
The roofs have moved but the walls only became harder to climb
With no one aware of my drawning sorrow
Coccooned in a shell of hopelessness
I heard for the first time, a bird sing
Birds sang to me a song of freedom
The earth crumbled beneath my feet
And the walls disappeared into thin air
Breath filled my lungs and joy filled my heart
The tears came rushing
Faster than a liars tongue
And I rejoiced through the tears
Laughed and sang
"this is great, this is great "
So I'm calling on to the birds
For I have a gift
A song they can help me sing
A song of freedom
For I am finally free
Free from me