Sunday, October 17, 2010
My Words
The words are
Choked and gagged with a fear
That paralyses and grasps and sniggers,
Fist-like.
A crowd of rushing words
Stumbling pushing shoving cramping
Jammed into a bottleneck where
Nothing can move forwards or backwards ... Stuck.
Just one has to shift and shuffle sideways, to wriggle out
To squeeze through, to escape
And to then lead the others out, slowly, one by one to
A deep breath of the future and all its possibilities.
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