Swallowed Words
I swallowed the words and they made me sick. I had felt how they surged forth from my thoughts full of meaning and purpose only to fall flat on my tied tongue before my lips. The muscles in my face twitched with almost speech, words composed for you. A revelation of me. The limp words made one last attempt to reach fresh air. No luck. What was left for me to do but swallow? They dropped with a thud to the pit of my stomach and then they churned with unease. They join the company of all the Unspoken, Held Back, Muffled. Words that will never experience Resonance, Dialogue, Clarity. Only projections and echoes, bouncing off the walls of me. Reined in in the name of keeping peace, hindered by self-doubt, the words cannot rest. They wander without aim inside me. I pick up a pen and let the words flow out. We both find peace. ...