Self-Editing by Deb Grant
It started after my mother's shaming finally seeped into
my adolescent organs.
"You don't HAVE to share everything you are thinking.
Not everything you think is worth hearing."
It was a short hop to
Nothing I think is worth hearing.
I learned to eat my words.
At first, I chewed them several times before swallowing.
Then later, I swallowed them whole.
I got fat.
Who knew the body is so poor at digesting words?
I became invisible.
Who knew that the side effect of self-editing would be
I made use of it.
Until I got lonely.
Until I got angry about injustice.
Until I wanted to offer my words.
To lift up.
To let others know I can hear them
Prayer is a good place to practice not
eating one's words.
I see you.
I hear your words.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
Word Food by Deb is randomly published. More than weekly, less than daily at the following media sites: