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. 

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