If I could find my voice,
And words flowed like water....
I would whisper to you love, respect, awe, gratitude
Agony
What I allow to share with you instead
Amounts to a jumble of gravel, boulders
Course sand
Papercuts, blood.
I remain mute, afraid of the
Broken glass, slivers and shards that amount to my love
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