~Vomiting Words~

Just a voice...a tiny little "ahem" and then a pause.
Everything that her voice needs in order to speak
is hanging in that pause like a very delicate dandelion
that went to furry leaves.

Just a voice....a fragile, unsure stutter
that in the air among all the other voices
falls to the ground. 
She waits for the din of conversation to give
but her second attempt at a voice
is swallowed up by the booming voices from all over the room~
Some voices lift into the air in high pitched shrills,
others fall to the ground in different layers of base tones ...
No relief comes so she must reach deep within
and find the strength to speak strongly and with commitment.

But then, wait...The words~! 
Oh my, the voice needs words
for her voice to wrap around or else she will just be singing....
(and badly at that, mind you).
What should she say? What words when strung together
will get and keep their interest? 
She searches her vocabulary, her memory
but she knows that she must dig deep within
and pull her "hello" and introduction of herself out of a place
that she hasn't visited in a very long time...Her hopeful heart.

She licks her lips but her mouth is as dry as sand
and her throat is closing up...
or  at least in her mind she imagines the Sahara desert.
Do it, she says, just open your mouth and let it all out...

Somewhere within her that heart of her pushes on her vocal cords
Maybe its just enough self esteem 
or perhaps its a "I don't care what happens" mentality
but at first her voice is like a song sung in the dark,
She is barely audible 
but there is hope! 
Her voice is filling her mouth
and making it past her trembling lips
and then as she pulls at a lock of her hair 
and as she starts to twirl it in her fingers 
she pushes the first words out.
At first they fly out like feathers...
Not one person hears or bothers to turn in recognition if they had heard...

She stands, steadies herself and suddenly like a warm liquid
her words come up her throat and out of her mouth.
Everyone finally turns, their eyes on her as she vomits her introduction
and reads to them her poem.
Applause, love, support beams on the lips of the audience
and is clapping her on to read more.

Now that its out, she is feeling the warm words come like 
a constant stream of vocabulary...

Her voice is found.....finally.
She just needed to let go.

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