Somehow the sun
Sneaks in
Unnoticed, even shunned
By those not ready
For the flicker
Of a flame already snuffed
So many times
By paralyzed thoughts
Of reality known
And dreams departed
Somehow the sun
Slips gently
Making contact, though rejected
By hearts still twisted
With past and pain
Blocking rays, restricting light
As life gives moments
Short yet sweet
To collect and keep
Or resist and release
mishunderstood 
Collect and keep… What a beautiful poem. The photo is perfect as well.
Thanks so much, twoscamps! I thought the photo worked because some of the birds seemed paralyzed in thought….while others are feeling the light. 🙂
Beautiful poem. Very nice line “By hearts still twisted
With past and pain”
Thank you, Melanie.:)