Ways to come alive

There must be ways to come alive

If we are not so scared of facing death

Knowing that each new change

And stage

Asks of us both

An opening

And a shedding

There must be ways to move along

Allowing the spirit of ourselves

To fill our lungs

So that we sing a song

That resonates

All the way down to our core

Burning off the places

And fears

And rejected feelings

We could not bear

To face before

Transforming them

In the fire of change

Surely there is a way to soar

That may require for a time

The clipping of our wings

And if the jailed bird sings

Its song of freedom

Then it must awaken to the state

Of being caged

And never surrender

It’s soul lament

Until its song

Burns a path

To liberation