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I was fossicking through some material this afternoon and came across the prose below that I had written in July last year.  At that time I was reflecting on the power of speaking our truth.  
Often we don’t speak our truth and the word is unspoken, unborn.  
Other times we speak a form of truth basically to please another, then our words our bound by the other, they are throttled. 
It is only when we give ourselves freedom to speak our truth breathed into gentle existence that our words have impact.
______________________________
The Word unspoken
                        Unformed
                                    Unborn
Lies aborted.
A legacy of what might have been
A space where beauty may have arisen
A contraction of nothing into nothing
The Word bound
                        Throttled
                                    Pushed out
Lies disfigured
An abused thing
Twisting of reality
Shapeshifter of chaos
The Word created in truth
                        Breathed into gentle existence
                                    Pauses
In wondrous silence
It lifts
And the energy of eternity parts to make space,
To make place
For the Word.

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