I moan in ecstasy
I groan with the pain of childbirth
I cry for joy
I cry for grief
I giggle at first love
I sob for hearts broken
I laugh merrily
I weep bitterly
I speak carefully and profoundly
I talk too much
and without a filter
I bless
I curse
I sing my heart out in sweet incantation
I scream in anger
And someday,
when I am tired
and all utterances
escape my mind and ability
I will quietly and peacefully,
Sigh in death.
WRC
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