there is a small living fluttery thing,
inside me, inside my heart.
in the heart of my heart it dwells turbulently
colored yellow and red and green tufted wings
all hidden in browns and lonesome strange things.
it pummels against the bars of its cage
inside me, inside my heart.
in the heart of my heart it aches and it bleeds
from its rushes and thrashings at bars that won’t break
all the loneliest ache of my soul.
if i could discover a lost sacred knife
and cut my way into my heart
in the heart of my heart i would slice, i would gash
a bloody doorway rent with one razor slash
so that bird could take wing at long last.
crystal slim blade and dark russet wings
inside me, inside my heart.
in the bosom of my heart twine two holy things
the one who beats at me, the one that cuts free
in the heart of my heart of my heart.
Charissa's Grace Notes 
This begs to be read out loud.
It’s beautiful and layered and I love it.
Thank you for sending it to me – it reached my heart 🙂
And, I’ll read it again and again to make sure I’ve found every last crumb 🙂
When I wrote it, it unfolded itself to me delicately. And then as I read it aloud to my darling I started to cry as I read it… Then the rhythm declared itself and I made necessary tucks and adjustments.
I am glad you liked it ❤