PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Words are stuck inside my throat
         and yet
I am finding I am able to
         free them.
Perspective is changing,
        direction is new.
Like many before me,
I'll enter into
the Centre and meet
with what is needed
        to be done.

Almost with a focus
         that is
hindered and unaware.
Speak what needs to be spoken.
Hear what needs to be heard.
Whisper, if that is necessary.
Whisper and let the healing
     machines embrace me.
We are one entity, one unit.
I speak to them and they gurgle
          back at me.

Listening, I know the hum
        around me is the
         humming of
         restoration.

Like a medically trained army
        advancing into
          enemy territory.

So many people here.
We are members of
      a club, a society
        all of our own.
A selection
      of beings mingled
      together in
one common objective.

Words are said.
Words are written.
     I'm learning to appreciate
     the nuances of each.
Words escape, 
and so they should.
     I salute their desire
     to be loudly heard.

My peers and I shall
       speak together.
We'll share.
     We'll explore the
       confines of our
        community.

I am resolved to
      stick to the plan.
I'll be the good citizen
        of my new world,
        obeying every rule.

Life. Yes, that is the
magic word I
intend on forever
          speaking.