
Words volatile as dynamite
October 28, 2010I 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.
Yes. I know this feeling.
Very nice.
Sarahliz, thank you.
Been there. Ignited that.
a/b
Ashleigh, :-)