Soliloquy in a Cave

The soliloquies in my heart and in my brain are begging to be released shouting loud, their words manifested on paper relinquishing all that has been trapped, like a caged bird or swirling wind in a cave. The monologues and conversations silently within beg on both knees, pleading, praying until their internal death and external beginning. This is their freedom and my liberation: To set free the thoughts contained, in hopes of meeting and speaking to another, and banishing the winds within their own cave.