Words Escape, And So They Should Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Words are stuck inside my throat
and yet
I am finding I am able to
free them.
Perspective is changing,
direction is new.
Like many before me,
I'll enter into
the Centre and meet
with what is needed
to be done.

Almost with a focus
that is
hindered and unaware.
Speak what needs to be spoken.
Hear what needs to be heard.
Whisper, if that is necessary.
Whisper and let the healing
machines embrace me.
We are one entity, one unit.
I speak to them and they gurgle
back at me.

Listening, I know the hum
around me is the
humming of
restoration.

Like a medically trained army
advancing into
enemy territory.

So many people here.
We are members of
a club, a society
all of our own.
A selection
of beings mingled
together in
one common objective.

Words are said.
Words are written.
I'm learning to appreciate
the nuances of each.
Words escape,
and so they should.
I salute their desire
to be loudly heard.

My peers and I shall
speak together.
We'll share.
We'll explore the
confines of our
community.

I am resolved to
stick to the plan.
I'll be the good citizen
of my new world,
obeying every rule.

Life. Yes, that is the
magic word I
intend on forever
speaking.