Wing of the Soul

A small bird flutters within my chest,

with a song waiting to be free.

This bird is a part of me,

hidden feelings others do no see.

Poetry brings a melody to my words,

A rythym, beat, and voice to call

the bird can escape from behind the wall

of fear and uncertainty grown so tall.

Free at last to express with power divine,

With words so sweet I call mine.

Wing of the soul now does shine.