there are things that need to be said
things that make the heart sing
or ache
words unspoken that yearn for the air
that once breathed into being
become like feathers
floating away
leaving in their wake
a sense of freedom and fulfillment
there are things that must be said
hopes and dreams require fuel
without voice they cannot emerge into the light
without the light they cannot be seen
and shared
there are things which we fear to speak
words that clutch and claw at our hearts
threatening to tear us open
leave us raw and bleeding
these too must be spoken
must be exposed and examined
for they are impediments to our true selves
to our happiness
our wholeness
set pen to paper, hold a brush in your hand
make music and art and poetry
and give breath to your fears
to your hopes
your dreams and beliefs
your wondering and your pain
allow it to live
and then to be free
Not always easy to remain polite, politically correct and/or courteous when being candid. The method expressed in your final stanza is probably safest, but will it cleanse?
Thoughtful write which also sounds good when I read it in my head.
you eloquently address the power of words for both the speaker and receiver
I loved your poem very much, which is wonderful to read and think about – all of the words, clawing at us, longing to be free. Wonderfully written.
absolutely beautiful! Creativity truly sets our hearts free.
This is an excellent opening line for any poem: “there are things that need to be said” Great job.