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Rattle

I am… self possessed.

I don’t need your words

I have plenty of my own

 

I could offer some to you

But you don’t need my words

You have plenty of your own

 

Keep your words

And I will silence mine.

 

My words would rattle,

if there was room inside my head for them to move

 

My words could have soared like a kite

My words would have flown…..

 

Instead they stab, stab, stab at the black earth

Thick and dark

Unheard

 

No one wants these words

No one wants to hear, or feel

My fears

My dreams

Internally they fall

Into my soul.

 

I let them rest.

I am self possessed.