Bird with No Message (poem)

I wish to write you a letter,

To show you the pieces of my thoughts.

So you know everything you thought about me was wrong,

and all you heard was dust,

thrown over my soul

to give it a darker shade,

just so they could never see

what lived underneath.

I wish to send a bird to your home,

(one that could whisper my name into your ears,

reminding you of a presence,

a fragrance

you were once familiar with.

I wish to scatter flowers across your chest,

to soften the stone you keep on your heart.

I hope the darkness embraces you gently,

lets your eyes finally grow heavy,

lets you dream of a place

where you are free,

free from every expectation that chokes you,

from the voice that keeps whispering.

I wish.

And I pray on my knees to my Lord.

Yet no whispers reach your ears.

There is no ink left for me

to write you a letter.

I have no bird

to help you remember me.

You still stare at your ceiling,

afraid of the darkness,

afraid the stone inside you

will pull you under.

And I am still on my knees.

~Rids