Wings of Sorrow

I walk down the road,

The beauty is so potent,

The poetry in the lyrics

Belting through my earbuds,

The wings of a giant red tailed hawk

Soaring elegantly in the light,

Far above the earth,

Spreading its wings for all to see.

Emotion wells in my chest,

I cannot contain the tears.

Why is it that when beauty arises

It opens a doorway to my grief?

The sadness resting

Just below the surface,

Waiting for a gleam of light.

The hawk, the song

Reveal my sadness,

And a few tears escape.

Solitary on the road side,

My legs pumping to a rhythm,

My feet press on.

Day after day

I express my truth

For the hawks, the vultures,

I wave to the cars

Smile and exhale.

Windows only separate us,

The connection is real,

Fleeting but profound

In all of its simplicity.

As I crest the hill,

My breath becomes heavy

And as the tears lighten,

I become lighter as well.

All of the beauty 

Therapeutic,

Bringing solace to my day.