why was i gifted with
words
words i never asked for
words that come in to and out of me
with the same need to breathe?
why was i gifted with
words
words written down or
words in the air seen
by no one but me?
perhaps because
they are quiet
they are safe
which i need sometimes.
but.
now
i need the unsafety of my
words
aloud.
why?
perhaps because
my gift is making me grow.
