My story has been perched on my lips,
Waiting to take flight
And land on your ears, ever since
Hers landed in mine.
It sat there, tethered by the weight of my tongue
Refusing to fly until the bitter taste
In my heart found it's perfect alignment of words, capable
Of conveying more weight than the whisper of my breath could bear.
Today, my story soared.
Though my heart unsteady, and breath frozen,
I choked out the words, unaligned and heavy,
And waited as they landed on your heart.
Today, you listened, you felt, you learned.
Today, my story was freed.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
My story has been perched on my lips,
Waiting to take flight
And land on your ears, ever since
Hers landed in mine.
It sat there, tethered by the weight of my tongue
Refusing to fly until the bitter taste
In my heart found it's perfect alignment of words, capable
Of conveying more weight than the whisper of my breath could bear.
Today, my story soared.
Though my heart unsteady, and breath frozen,
I choked out the words, unaligned and heavy,
And waited as they landed on your heart.
Today, you listened, you felt, you learned.
Today, my story was freed.
