I looked inside myself again today To see if I could find the real me. Perhaps he never ventures out to play But stops indoors, afraid of enmity. I listened for his voice but only heard My breathing and the beating of my heart While somewhere up above a singing bird Made music far beyond the reach of art To capture. Lost in nature, I was young Again and back to early days when we Would wake at dawn to hear the self-same song From throats since stilled: ancestral amity To stir an ancient blood within my veins And urge this captive heart to break its chains.
I wrote this sonnet in response to June 14 Challenge issued by Suzanne Bowditch on her excellent site, well worth checking out.