'protest' or 'she felt herself'

she felt herself protest

anguished inside

at the inability to speak

at the appropriate times

she felt herself lovely

and sad and blue

she felt herself lonely

one again

instead of two

she felt herself vulnerable

hand on cool wall

no strength to fight

no strength at all

she felt herself angry

at all the mistakes

everyone around her and herself

would make

and she was tired of apathy

and sick of her heart

which beat out a rhythm

in pale yellow light

and the glare of revolution

was burning my face

and at every siren sounding

women and children embraced

My Angel was an Orange Canary

My Angel was an Orange Canary who flew away
My Spirit was a red bird who sang to me

from the Heart of a tree that held the moon
My Soul was a Blue bird diving into the sea
my hope was a bubble bursting in gold
My Heart was a runaway target
My Life was like a flying machine or a submarine
MY Fight was with the Sky
my dreams were made of mud and a rib bone
My pride was melting and ready for a fall, the jester was already laughing

a girl held out a candle to me
i found i was transparent

and i thought these things while i waited

like a bird alone on a roof