At the Post Office

Dear Anonymously Yours,

I can feel you flapping your wings; wanting to be free - you want to fly. Don't worry, you will be free soon

I can feel your tears as they flow over the edges of my heart - Don't worry, you will be free soon…

I can feel the echos of your anger as you shout - enraged by my cowardly decisions. Don't worry, you will be free soon.

I can feel your hunger pains. You hunger for life. I see you dancing, running, helping. I see you. Don't worry, you will be free soon.

I am growing tired. Releasing you scares me; but keeping you restrained weakens me…

Don't worry, you will be free soon.

Regards,

Your Keeper