Calla Bright Inman

The words have always been inside of me, but before, they were stuck. Building up, crowding against the inside of my skin. I could feel them crawling, itching. I don’t know what changed. I’m more free now than I was before. Closer to myself. Maybe that’s what set them free. Like a failing dam, the words come crashing out in a deluge. But they don’t destroy. They fall out and then fill me up again. I feel free when I let them out — my hands shake with joy.