You’re not the one to hide your thoughts,
to bury them deep,
so you ask me not to speak
You already heard
all the wrong words,
and all the right ones
found their way through
At one point or another,
they were spoken by you
And yes, there are many more
Some of my words will be your own
The ones you keep under lock and key,
the ones that will save you,
but if used too early, could work against you
And you would meet defeat
Your heart,
it still beats,
but it could stop –
so you want me to hold
Hold my thoughts, hold my breath
You ask – please don’t speak yet
Spirit of Tara 