The Truth About Words (Revisited)

Christine Ray tells a tale many here will find familiar.

Brave & Reckless

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In honor of World Poetry Day

The dilemma of finding my voice
is that it was not enough
simply to speak
this voice
which lay dormant
inside of me for so long
buried beneath
relentless responsibilities
overdeveloped superego
weighty titles such as
mother
wife
employee
rarely woman
rarely even human being
had become voracious

What I thought
merely a trickle of words
awakened by the world’s injustices
an ache that pierced my heart
grew rapidly into the flow of a kitchen tap
when given some room
it became the steady stream
of a garden hose
it threatened to explode
like a fire hydrant
then roared with the ferocity
of a river long damned
against its nature
against its will
obliterating all obstacles
real and imagined
in its path

I didn’t know
hadn’t realized
that all this lay within me
spring-coiled with tension
patiently waiting for a small crack
to appear

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