break free

words sit

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words sit

at the tip of my tongue

the force behind them so great

they could level a forest of giant oaks

 

words of

passion

friendship

&

love

 

but an even greater force holds them in

FEAR

a gatekeeper whose iron

keeps even the strongest of poets at bay

 

the words swirl in my head

creating a storm of harsh thunder and lightning

thrashing and crashing against an invisible barrier

 

breaking it down

 

but though the words may make sense on paper

they flow harsh like the river

cutting and weaving through land

but also the transporter of all things necessary

 

love at long last

has broken free

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