for a time
words froze
in my heart,
solid,
cold, unobtainable,
or heated they
melted from my tongue
escaping into the atmosphere,
a venemous vapour,
irretrievable….
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but this is another day…
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now they begin to form ,
to change,
to reform,
and yearning to be spoken
they melt my heart,
steady my tongue,
call me to pay attention to
their wooing…
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so I begin to write again,
to speak,
to seek,
to allow the flow,
and not to be afraid…
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so I will write,
and I will speak,
and maybe I will sing…
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this is another time
