Blindsided

my rhetoric is like everything it's not.

it's palpable, moldable... hell, maybe edible.

but if I seem to be on the search for it,

can you take the bits i have,

and use it to spread my thoughts

like love that can't be contained?

i was blindsided by fear when i was a child

and i haven't taken kindly to words

even now, my thoughts linger

on the edge of my tongue,

pondering, thinking,

"do i jump? do i want

to become sound?"

the temptation to take the leap

lingers until it starts to fret,

then fret turns to fleet

until process repeats itself again