spoken words I

[pretext]

recently I got the chance to give my writing a debut in front of a loving audience. I took the chance and now I'm hooked - speaking my words in front of people, seeing them feel, feeling their eyes on me while I put my inside out - raw and frightened and so alive.

I wrote this in the first minutes of that very day. An evolution from the rising sun to rising thoughts - a coming together of what previous days had brought.

this is the first of two pieces, spoken on the same day they were written without post-correction

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in these morning minutes
my hands feel smaller
not used to just holding
sunlights greetings

all heaving emotions
those countless encounters
small hands they grew
ready to hold what's new

& sometimes I can't
look love in weary eyes
all of lives secrets
come in me to arise

got love right here
sorry, it seems enough
til' you enter my sphere
making hearts again laugh.

you look away
and I crumble a bit
floating astray
until a light's being lit

it is my own
that fire just for me
the wind being blown
so again I can see

all of who are fighting
in endless oceans of grief
calm your waves, don't drown your sorrow!
share, so it can breath

share your voice
can't you see what you did -
just saved another one from drowning
helped yourself out of need.