Hide and Speak

A blast from the past! A poem from my twenties about nurturing the creative process. 

Hide and Speak 

The silence in my mouth 

Like a stone choking me. 

I spit it out. Breaking— 

Cracks spilling sequin sparkles. 

I cannot count them, 

They are so many. 

Weeping— 

I can’t spell out silver star jewels 

In semi-precious syllables, 

I have tasted galaxies on my tongue! 

Now I am reduced to speaking in pebbles. 

Yet even they retain a glint, remember 

The sun’s primordial forge. 

Speak— 

There is a geode at the heart: 

A crystalline hope. 

(I speak of fire)