Words are the birds

Words are the birds
that we keep in the cage
of our heart.

 

That's why I write;
to give the birds flight;
to set the words free;
to let the world see
my soul.

 

Words are the birds
and they weep when we keep
them cooped up.

 

A pen is the key
and paper, the lock.

When we set them all free,
they flood out like a flock
and

soar
up through the muffling clouds;
over a sky of silence;
up to the star-like
eyes of the world.