Come Out

Come out, oh words
buried and struggling for
surface
space
air.

Come out. Stop writhing
upsetting my stomach
heart
mind
peace.

Come out and be spoken.
Come live outside of me.
Come show me what you’re made of.
What you’ve got.

Purposeful?
Powerful?
Emotional?
Harvesting a crop of movement?

Come out, oh words, come out.
I am sick when you rumble within me.