Stone in my Throat
There is a stone in my throat that blocks the path of my heart. I rely on my intellect to survive and even that fails me now. Now my heart has been quiet too long. It needs to be heard. It sits patiently in silence, yet words fail its expression. Expression is God living as Julia. However, the channel is not open; the stone is a barrier for that which needs to be given voice. My voice shoots out violently for attention It cannot stay quiet like the heart. The stone attacks the unknown predator who accidentally sets the tripwire. Once the tripwire is broken, so are my words; shattered like glass because I hurt. Hurt didn't know how fragile the words are within me barely formulated against an image that provides me with meaning. Meaning that I, too, need patience and space and breath to inspire the words that are so elusive to capture. Captured feelings beneath the stone yearning for words to set them free; no longer trapped within the heart but manifest fully into form.