No.
To say it to you
To deny your request
Is like cutting my own flesh.
My gut swoops and hangs
My sweat stinks my fear
My head swings in an arc
And my voice will not sound.
To be silent now
To deny my own wish
Is like fastening my own chains.
My throat closes fast
My ears hum and buzz
My breath hangs in my mouth
And my voice will not sound.
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Copyright © 2014 Elizabeth Cutts
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Libby Scribbles 
Raw and relateable. Thank you so much for sharing!
Thanks for the comment Cheryl!