when i'm free,
the salt rips my scalp
i hear all the bells singing "Rejoice"
yet i crawl under my bed
because by myself I am not as beautiful
as those times when doing what is right
and what is right is being out there
with my message
and my song
erupting tears of joy
and sighs of compassion
gaining insight by bringing reality to others
the Truth is when all the laughter dissipates
and you are left there all alone
surrounded by a sea of mysteries,
secrets kept in the shadows of what we call our own.