Muffled words

Of all these words
that strangle my throat
I'm suffocating,
of all these intentions
absorbed in my body,
I shelter into myself.


But with a spark, I accept myself
and little by little lets the flow
resume its course.


These words that held
my breath are transformed,
their sounds become more tender,
their intentions more beautiful.


I stand up and slowly
the syllables sing on my skin
until they come out
finally free.