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A poem
Words tremble coming out my mouth and into the world.
I hold them tight like I birthed them and for no one else to hold.
I don’t want to share them, afraid of how they may be twisted by others,
manipulated to turn against me.
Or worse, forgotten just as soon as they leave my mouth.
What I want is for them to skip on the water and glide like the river rocks they are.
Worn smooth from the round and round polishing they endured in my head.
I know, I think too much…
The force of my brain and spirit to push them out before I stop myself takes strength.
That’s the shaking you hear.
I’m learning to get comfortable with the sound.
The more I speak my truth,
the smoother it will sound.
Or so they say-
But you know I how I feel about words.
Copyright 2022 Rakysha
