My words are clumsy,
I’m a baloon. I squeek.
I can’t breathe out while breathing in.
For now, I create, in silence, within.
But there has to come a point of release.
Soon the moment will come when I give birth.
I’ll explode and vomit all over you – I hope it wont hurt!

Wait patiently, enjoy the silence.
The storm is about to blow.

For now, all I can do is shine, to reflect the light.
With no contribution, no output.
Just bouncing off what cannot enter.
Just hold my breath and reflect.

Soon….soon…the glass will break
And the shrapnel will open your eyes.

For now, I just shine


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