I feel hollow

The words seem to release, rise

Then drop as if turned to lead

I can almost feel them as they plop

Into that space I don’t know or understand

But they are just words

One cannot FEEL words

But I do.

Sad, depressed, laden

These words are grey, heavy, solidified muck

Elated, exhilarated, freedom

These words tickle and fizz

Like the buoyant bubbles of the best soda pop

They rise through my chest and expand

Feeling warm as they exit

Through my sweetened breath

But the dark space down below…

Do the words that warm and the words that weigh

Speak as they swirl and follow their

Ultimate paths?

Do they whisper to each other, “Can you hear me?”