hold up

you CAN'T
take it.

you CAN'T
breath in.

or think
or feel
or see

you're blind.

the constant confining web
of the claustriphobe's worst fear.

your screams and tears
attract no sympathy.
so alone, numb, and gone...you wait

until THIS moment
THIS time
This day where the sun will rise
where you can see past sorrow and guilt
and rain just washes all you've ever felt.

Sweet sweet air and sunshine
For a little bird to break flight
to FLY!

to love
to feel
to understand outside the box
to love life once again

and see beauty in others' eyes.