Word Shards


My words are frail
Breaking beneath the weight of themselves.
They cannot hold together,
Though they stick in my throat.

Like a snowball in an avalanche
The heap of them grows with each moment.
Until the sheer mass of them,
Held silent in captivity,
Induces them to crack, and break,
And shatter.
Word shards scatter
Into thousands of unattached, random thoughts.

Somewhere underneath
The pile of word rubble
Lies love.
Just love.
Always, and all ways.

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