Enigma

The little white bird in your hand
Speaks of words that I have never heard, but
Sometimes I understand

As the sun sets

I'm lost in its afterglow
as if this life doesn't matter anymore
as if walking endlessly
I will disappear with it
into the dark

bleeding
is part of unlocking
and pain
is the key
to understanding

now collapsed
should she rebuild or
let it go?

: picture-prompted