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.