Words either stick in my throat
or stumble out with no direction.
Silent invisibility prevailed
in the service of being nice
till a smoldering fire erupted
to destroy the dam of many decades.
What was a repressed simmer
is now unleashed in volcanic proportion,
violence however subtle.

Brevity of my life
asks better of me.
Oh Beloved, I must be
disciplined into integrity
for I am but a passing guest
in this world.

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