Release

Locked into death
I feel the stirrings of flight.
My erratic heartbeat flutters
And I feel it as a sparrow,
Caught unawares in my breast.
Only my final sigh needed to release it;
Ascending from my dry husk to...
Freedom!
Beauty, peace, happiness-
The bird of my soul
Beats its shining wings
And soars aloft,
Heading for Home.


Copyright 1983  J. Montgomery