I search for the right words.
You patiently wait.
I speak...
slowly...
deliberately.
You understand.

Is it because we know
that each word
that passes our lips
carries with it
cradled somewhere
a piece of our souls?

For so long
as I moved about
in a foggy sleep
a dark and misty dream
my soul was held captive
a prisoner to fear and doubt
distrust and bitterness.

Then I awoke.
I learned freedom
learned to love again.
Yet even now
my soul flows out
with caution
choosing carefully its vehicle
attaching tentatively
to the words.

Like a fledgling
unsure
yet
certain it must fly
I speak...
slowly...
deliberately.
You understand.
I search for the right words.
You patiently wait.

You give me wings!