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Words We Tuck Away

Not all words are meant to be spoken.

Some are held back out of care, fear, distance, or hope—

tucked away in the brief silence before speech.

This poem listens closely to that moment,

where meaning is weighed not only by what is said,

but by what is deliberately kept inside.

 

“Words We Tuck Away”

 

Reading the other’s expression,

preparing before words are spoken—

there are words we tuck away.

 

Finding the right distance between us,

taking a breath before speaking—

there are words that must be tucked away.

 

Sensing a wall between us,

bracing ourselves before speaking—

we clothe ourselves

in words kept inside.

 

Entrusting ourselves to the other,

feeling relief before speaking—

we shave down

the words that had been tucked away.

 

Knowing the sadness of currying favor,

fawning before speaking—

we swallow

the words that cannot be tucked away.

 

There is something we want the other to understand.

Before speaking, we become honest—

we spin words

we choose not to tuck away.

 

We want to convey what we feel.

Before speaking, we grow ardent—

words that cannot be contained

burst forth.

 

The subtle differences in nuance,

the distance between hearts before words are spoken—

even the words we tuck away

must not be underestimated.


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