Words never came easy to me
now I drink these words with a gulping familiarity, a familiarity
that soothes my throat with pleasure
frees my throat from this steel prison of silence.
How easy it appears to my starving unsatisfied soul
to pick up this glass full of language, full of words
and feel it glide like a cool river through my esophagus.
The wild well of pained/buckets full
of crap, releases like a snap snap/surging
fluently to the surface
it reveals itself
as if it were always there, waiting
waiting to speak. How easy it appears
from time to time the steel snap snaps!
and there you are
free, familiarity; facing directly
surly you speak, words surely familiar rise,
soothing my throat with peace
how easy it comes to be -
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