I’m a words person, so much.
That is how I communicate best,
how I process my thoughts,
how I define myself,
if I’m forced to give myself a label-
writer it would be.

But to me words are
my gift and my curse.
They caught me up in being
words for so long I forgot
who I was without them.
And I couldn’t write,
for so many years,
and it killed me to be
that silent and
that silenced.

And I still struggle
with letting any of them out
into the world because I
feel they are never really right.
Words are slippery and clanging
and painfully restrictive and
freeing at the same time.
It was in letting go
of words for me,
I found my words again.

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