My Heart is a Birdhouse

May 15, 2009
My heart is a bird house,
constructed of board and nails,
housing unknown secrets
and untold stories.

Nailed to a tree,
I watch as the world changes,
seasons float on ticking hands,
while leaves fall
only to grow back fresh and vibrant.

Within my walls
 I shelter new life,
a new voice in the world
singing songs of dreams,
one day to break free and fly away.

My heart is a bird house.

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