I’m ready to sing again
just a little burst of an old forgot melody
sheltering just beneath my ribcage
I feel it starting to rise forth and haltingly climb it’s way up up up
and through like a rivulet warmed by the spring sun
it has cracked it’s way through the icy depths where it lay dormant so long.
I’m ready. to sing. again.
to sing. again.
….and a countenance glistens.