I shed off the artificial feathers of my Carnival costume.

The mask drops as the curtain falls.

The crowd withers away.

I drown in the loud silence of solitude.

Loneliness threatens to smother my soul with its lead mantle.

I take a deep breath.

Rays of hope shine forth, dispelling the darkness in my soul.

I look up, spread my frail wings, and jump.

I fly vulnerable and afraid.

It finally dawns on me as I let myself go.

I am a migratory bird.

I am flying back to myself.

I soar to the secret place, where my heart is finally at rest.

My soul drinks deep from the brook of peace and self-acceptance.

I am finally home.

I am face to face with the true essence of who I am.