The soliloquies in my heart and in my brain
are begging to be released
shouting loud, their words manifested on paper
relinquishing all that has been trapped,
like a caged bird or swirling wind in a cave.
The monologues and conversations
silently within beg on both knees,
pleading, praying
until their internal death and external beginning.
This is their freedom and my liberation:
To set free the thoughts contained, in hopes of
meeting and speaking to another,
and banishing the winds within their own cave.