Precarious Melody

 

I've been sitting for hours thinking of words--

There's a story that dances on the tip of this tongue;
It lingers and sways, a melody of precarious tales.

It has a purpose: one that is hidden well
For it is a secret that's bursting to get out.
I've taken the key, and swallowed it whole--
Now I've the secret inside me, an oblivious tale.
You'll never find it, not now, no, not ever.


I'm afraid to open my mouth tonight for
This secret, this tale, it might break the world.

Author's Note

The line separations are to indicated rough, hard-to-come-by thought from the speaker of the piece.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a brilliant depth to your words.. of thoughts.. and fleeting notions. You truly create that sense of anxiousness so many feel of wanting to speak, but wondering what might happen when we actually open our mouths. Very insightful.

[ambur]

Thank you so kindly!

[Lafayette]

Lovely!