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