the edges of myself

words, words, words

if i could capture my moments

with you in words– they

would sing and sigh and breathe

as no words have ever dared.


if i could call upon all songbirds

to lift their voices in harmony

and encapsulate the elation and joy

flying through my heart, i would.


if i could wrap my wisdom into

a tiny package and deliver it

to myself at the perfect moment–

when doubt and fear are looming


then maybe i’d step out from beneath

my shelter, allow my voice to

soar among the clouds and

personally declare to you my truth.


though words can’t possibly suffice–

and the language of our knowing

reveals a picture that stretches far beyond

what my lips are capable of uttering.

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