On Mending the Most Fragile of Hearts

The Mountain of What's Unsaid

Feb 26, 2025

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The Mountain of What’s Unsaid

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Words
attempt to fly out
in a stream
of anger, hate, bile.
Decades of words
stuck
in my throat.
Dagger-like
piercing my neck,
blocking my flow.

It grows,
mountainous in size.
A ball of vitriol
poisoning life,
joy, memories.
A fishbone
of regret,
resentment
blocking my airway.
My brain, festering
in a pool of unspoken
words.

I open the valve,
expecting an acid avalanche,
eating the very marrow,
a tidal wave
of rotting regrets.
Instead, like helium,
it drifted off
into the atmosphere,
a gas, innocuous,
invisible, incapable
of leaving any residue,
taste, lingering trace.

I watched, eyes
awe-filled, tear-filled
as the mountain
dissolved,
the lump dissipated,
disappeared from my
life. Eyes, inward,
with energy left
to mend the most fragile
of hearts.