Her castle made of stone,
cold as the northern winds.
She is closed to the world,
off in the distance,
far from others.
Behind her walls
of mortar and stone.
She is darkened by clouds,
silenced from inside
with no one to hear.
She makes her way
through halls of doubt.
Wanting to believe
but needing more for herself.
Nowhere to find it.
Constantly giving all that she has,
never keeping a piece.
She makes it through the day,
with a strong back
and a wounded knee.
A bird one day came to her window
from across the sea.
A song from inside,
slightly out of tune.
He filled his lungs and sang aloud.
Five minutes a day never any longer.
The song unwritten but truth in the melody.
She smiles and she laughs,
a ray of sun on the castle,
a crack in the stone.
Her world a little fuller,
a bounce in her step.
Filling herself with the day,
the castle begins to fall.
Belief in her soul.
A bird flies away,
nowhere to be seen.
She carries the song,
and she sings her own.
Others will listen.
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