Awakening Of The Senses

I have a phone to make calls and set appointments and reminders. I have a laptop for work and keeping in touch with my friends. I have a car to take me places.
Thank you.

I had wings that were clipped, I was a bird in a cage, I felt like a dog on a leash in a park.

Walking down a dark alley, emotionless, a lone figure.

These are the memories I hold.

I have an empty heart that cannot reciprocate anymore.
Sorry.

And so I move on

To feel the patter of rain on my face,
The caressing of a cool lingering breeze,
To stand barefoot on the sand,
Ignited by the warmth of the sun on my skin.

I feel, I see, I hear, I sense.

Moving on