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Are you ready to talk?

Are you ready to feel?

Are you ready to walk through the valley of forest fires?

Are you ready to pull the aching from your chest by the crown?

To pull it until it comes out, root and all?

It will hurt. It will sting and burn. Like salt in an open wound. And there will be a gaping hole in the end.

Don't worry. It will eventually close.

Put it in a jar.

Shake it.

Can you hear it?

Clattering against the glass sides?

Put your ear up to it.

Hear the buzz. The hum.

God's in there.

Let him out and he will sting you like a hornet.

Author's Note

not sure why it's so difficult for me to find titles for poems lol