this one's a little disjointed. it's probably about three poems, not one. hope it makes a little sense here and there....

1.
No longer breaking, broken.
No longer speaking, having
spoken words to burn heaven
down, leave us all shivering,
dying in the cold alone.

I wail to winter’s wind, that
cruel and unforgiving gale,
relentless in its fury,
caring not that it has snapped
clean this barren, brittle limb.

Inside my head, I babble.
Sounds of gurgling water rise.
It will be a difficult
birth, and I do not know if
I am to survive this spring.

For I am winter’s child, lost
among the summer people
of this burning festival.
Alone I came. As you asked,
alone I have left you there.

I make no request of you.
I relinquish all demands.
No questions remain in need
of answers now. Only love
refuses to take its leave.

2.
Feathered still and working out
the tar, steeped in solitude,
I pray for fierce resurgence
of my good, unseen by you
in your resplendent glory.

To you it must sound silly,
this bird bath soliloquy,
and perhaps it is foolish
to attempt to follow soul
song to river of spring’s joy.

I thrash through the days, fighting
for my life, and know you know
nothing of my journey long,
lone. I splash because I can
and hope to find life and be

found deserving of second
chance. Mute though I be, beyond
understanding, I’m alive
until I die and will not
let go of the only thing

that ever blessed me, broke me,
made me to be a wobbly
voice of more than mere reason.
Oh, transcendent flight toward home,
sweet freedom that awaits me.