Petrified Soul

Life's stabbing, I'm hurting.
Yet the hearty chirp of the house sparrow,
awakens bones asleep for years.
Song Sparrow sings melodies of
random yesterday's drizzled with tears.
That's the thing you learn after awhile,
nothing is random, not even a smile.
Robins, wrens and a cardinal
are the morning choir.
Tweet the joy of simply being alive,
encouraging darkened thoughts to retire.
Barbaric limbs of branches grab into my holes.
Where the past me's are terrified to go.
To search for happiness in the forest of
my petrified soul.