Tuesday 19 June 2012

Stutter

Use those big words
you memorized in grade school,
seek them out and spit them up.
The nothingness in your mind chuckles
“stupidity.”  You never cease to surprise.
When one word could kill
you’d sing the dictionary.
When one could save—
you’re speechless?
The irony is tangible—I reach for it.
Feels like soap; slippery and cold
like the walls of this room
shrinking inward every second,
until they collapse on us.
This lean-to won’t hold.
As it crumbles, you gasp.
Just one word, “Love.
I, I love.”  It’s enough.
Your walls have broken;
you are free. Take my hand—
walk with me.