The mellowing sound of rain outside my body,
Eyes remain so dry, still free from the veil,
But inside I’m so watery, inside I’m so frail,
Not malleable, I would surely break from your touch,
Like still-solid broken glass of an abandoned house,
But adaptable and anchorless,
A ship out to sea with no captain or need,
But the ocean’s in me, my eyes only plead
With a strange deity of life and misery
That I be freed of this terrible affliction.
But once again I flood with cursèd emotion,
A pitiful liquid concoction wells up in my eyes,
And a new light emanates from inside my skull,
Reminding me the verse buried deep in my soul;
“Once lost, what was yours is never again to be held,
As a bird set free rarely returns to its cell.”
My sanity continues its silent, solemn flight,
No longer imprisoned in so tight a vessel,
Confined only by chance and circumstance,
But how empty the cage, with no interred occupants
Save the rushing waters that cleanse me of my fallible self.

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