"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

small stone: day twenty-two

My throat wants to open up in song but my voice can't break free.
My hips want to move, but the dance is frozen inside.
My hands want to write all the words they know my head contains, but nothing comes forth.

I feel landlocked, with a sea of things just waiting before me.

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