Through the wounds caused by silence,
existence obscured by so many secrets,
I promise to live in the light,
to open myself to the unknown and bring to the balcony
the words that inhabit me,
to share them,
before they decompose
and die in solitude.
I promise to speak, declare, disseminate
every truth that visits me,
a bearer of universal messages
or perhaps simple phrases
that arrive at my always open door
in need of being spoken.
I welcome them and return them to their origin
so they may flow detached like wings.
Nothing stays in me because nothing belongs to me,
a portal where pain is felt, just as joy.
My loving birds come and go.