My words expel as whispers
caught in white-water emotions.
My mind churns deep, paddles push –
propelling my thoughts onward,
whether I am ready for them or not.
It is never-ending; this process
of revisiting words foolishly spent.
The only regret lies in my silence.
My inability to speak the truth rests
on the sacrificial altar of possibilities.
Here I deliberate, fortifying the courage
to offer up myself, to satisfy my future.

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz

Day four National Poetry Month and NaPoWriMo



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