A Simple Desire

Words that are mine. From me.

I believe in inspiration. The words aren’t all my own.

But the dark, black, bright center of my soul longs to speak a word unborrowed.

Without regard for tickling eardrums.

Absent of shame.

Unfazed by the risk that its sound would inflict the sting of disappointment upon any soul other than my own.

One true word.

Maybe two.

Mayhaps all.

Talk to me, Goose.

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