A Tale

There is a tale clawing at my rib cage,
tugging on my arteries
begging to be heard.

Hands cupped into a whistle,
ready to sing for supper
some food for thought
words that could eradicate world hunger.

They’re itching at my finger tips
and dancing on my tongue.

Their melody a symphony
whose tone I can’t decipher.

Their rhythm tapping on my toes
beats drumming in my ears,
vibrations coursing through my veins
but their harmony escapes my lobes.

A tale of sorrow
a tale of pride
a tale of love, hidden deep inside.

In the crevices of my voice,
the nooks and crannies of a whisper.

Somewhere peaking through the cracks,
an opening,
a window
for my soul to peer through.

Somewhere sliding through the rift
a chink,
a glimmer,
in the light that sneaks through.
There is a tale clawing at my rib cage,
it is my heart trying to escape.

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