It begins that tickle in the throat
things that need to be said
even hard things
true things
rough things to hear
ugly things that have been carried around and need to land where they belong
put down
and cleared
allowed to exit
through that energetic passage of words
powerful words
that shift things and change things
words
create situations and diffuse them
words that shape our experiences and our realities
they can move heavy things
releasing them
leaving behind a rush of adrenaline which reminds of how powerful they were.
Stinging in the air, sitting there, hovering
with the potential to play over and over
doing any good?
I know not, but be sure of one thing....
they are no longer mine, they reside not within me
I have put them where they belong and my throat returns to health
The foundation has been poured with concrete for good boundaries and I reside safely within it's walls
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