Words volatile as dynamite

October 28, 2010

I am setting letter after letter into a small box near my heart. With each completed word, I close the lid for a bit, let the new one rest, mix with the other promises already packed away.

But words in combination are volatile as dynamite, and the more I set inside, the harder it is to hold them from bursting forth.

I have emptied my pockets of flint and matches. I hold my breath as I place a new batch of letters. But there is no question about it—these are dangerous times.


  1. Yes. I know this feeling.
    Very nice.

  2. Sarahliz, thank you.

  3. Been there. Ignited that.

  4. Ashleigh, :-)

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