Some days when everything inside you
Wants to clamp down
That is most often
When you need to throw your arms wide open
To embrace the day
And see what birds want to fly
Free from the place of entrapment
In your chest
Where they beat their wings
Against the prison
Of your PTSD cage
There may be birds of wanting
Of wandering and of wondering
That need to circle free
Far from the prison of a place
That stops them breathing fresh air
Or gaining sight of an ocean or a plane
That could inspire them
In their winged breathing
Beating those wings
Little bits of wanting you denied
Long ago come to life
You find the courage
To open the door of the cage
And let those birds
Fly free
Emerging From The Dark Night 