To be or not to be…

…….and yet,

The words still at the very edge of my mind’s lips.

Once they fall, they are mine no longer. No safe place, no sacred preservation. Open to thoughts and opinions, to be picked apart, to the judgement of a careless crowd.

So these words that I cherish, my heart’s voice, frozen in midair like falling diamonds; like teardrops in a smile,

They wait…. at the edge of being born.