When the words come back

There are times
When I have no words

There have been times of pure happiness stemming from somewhere deeper than the pit of my stomach
From somewhere deep in my core
Where a shriek and a giggle and a twirl and a spin and a leap and a funky little dance live
Where a glance and a beat skipped and a gasp and that warm tingly little feeling travel from

There have been times of pure sadness rooted from the place where dreams were heartbroken
Where tears and ache and crumbling to the floor in dark corners grabbing my knees to shake take place
Where routines and must do’s paralyze fear in my chest making it almost impossible to run from

I’m at a loss for words on those days
Both feelings so overwhelming I haven’t got synonyms for them
I don’t speak or write any of the thoughts that leave me staring up at the popcorn ceiling
Eventually I’ll grab at the tail end of one and pull it back I study it and organize it and connect it
Sometimes I swim or drown in it taking my time to understand it

But when the words come back
I could explain it to myself in my writing

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© Sara Febles

3 thoughts on “When the words come back”

  1. Our lowest lows, highest highs. You expressed them so appropriately. I have oft thought that perhaps there is something wrong with me. To just reach out examining my emotions as though it were a specimen. Then in writing sort it out. I like this peice.

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