I've only just been brave enough to think it
And leave it
In a notebook on a shelf
I tried using words to capture it
Describe it
Convoluted ink left by itself
I'm not even close to speaking it
Sharing it
I still don't grasp it myself
I try to sit with it
To hold it
But like water in lungs
I choke
Coughing it out
It almost kills me every time
But I know I'll try again
And one day
I will swallow it
And exhale words
That explain it
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It Could Have Been Gentle - poetry
PoetryPoems about the bits of life that feel unnecessarily sharp. ~ Nails in palms and rock in throat and eyes latched in the ground, I open up in hopes of speech and find a choke of sound, Frantic thought of desperation fly beneath my hair, I don'...
