Drip

Drip drip drip
Let it flow
Nice and slow
Until all I see
Is what is truly
Meant to be
Soaring high
Scratch the sky
A deep sigh
Closed eyes
Fingers glide
Clouds cry
I finally know
What it is to fly
Above the clouds
Above the noise
I’d forgotten
I have a choice
To use my voice
Why deny
What’s inside
Why suppress