Breathe Free, Tin Man
I am not the Tin Man,
who rusted stiff with every tear,
who feared the rain and the morning dew,
dependent on another to loosen frozen joints
every time he blundered into a puddle.
I am not the Tin Man.
Let the tears flow, let the rain pour,
And I will dance in the dew
And jump in puddles and laugh,
For the flow of water does not rust me solid,
but loosens my tightly-wound soul
so I may breathe free.