There it is...

That familiar,

Soft squish

Of my earbuds

Forming to the

Inside of my ear…

The soft vibration

The opening note

My favorite song…

The melancholy bellow

Of someone battling

The same war…

Only a few seconds in

And my tears

Take a running leap

And cliff-dive

Off the edge

Of my water line…

Just as rain

Runs down a window,

One drop takes the lead

And makes a path.

While the rest

Obediently follow…

The cinder block that sat

On top of the cage my feelings

Were trapped in vanished…

And the feelings,

That had been confined

To the very depths of my core,

Sprouted wings.

Leaving their assigned space

To venture out and

Tell everyone their names…

Passive had been in the

Spotlight for too long,

But no one could know…

So I buried my face

Into the sleeve of my favorite hoodie.

The final notes

Played ever so softly,

Signaling it was time to go…

The feelings that had

Finally gotten a taste

Of what freedom was like,

Were hastily ushered

Back into their cage

By the guard that ran my life…

Passive was called

Back to its spot

In the Captain's chair…

The song ended,

So I put on a smile

And placed the cinder block

Onto the top

Of that little cage

Once more…