the thoughts in my mind
are like the deep blue sea
but the words i say out loud
are a mere drop of water
i have many friends
as sweet as roses
but holding on to their thorny stems scars me
but at least they're not the (pain-free) orchids
the day i find my person
i will let go and my words will cause a tsunami
and my finger-tips will cease to bleed
i will soar high
like a bird
finally freed
from its prison