there’s a very real and elaborate world inside me,
a constant and ongoing dialogue,
mountains and mountains of words that for many years I kept to myself

the thing I never knew about my own words,
was that writing and speaking them aloud could help me to see just what I believed in,
in whom I believed,
and set me on a course on which I was meant to be;
sharing helped me find my why

the thing I never knew about my own words, 
is that in sharing them,
they could rescue me

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I dangle on your every word,
breath in every syllable,
take sustenance in every roll of your tongue,
each tooth-tap and lip-biting pronunciation,
snuggling into your context

your words flutter from your soul,
fertile and alive,
taking root in my soul,
caressing my emotions,
sewing me into your will
and stitching me into your desires

your words touch every place that was once untouchable,
telling everything untold,
opening doors we didnt know existed

your words hold my beating heart;
they lift me up, challenge me,
inspire me

your words are the gentle scrape of metal against metal,
the breathtaking tumble and click,
acknowledging my need,
and my absolute delight in your praise

speak to me,
my skeleton key

unlock me

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