Between me and the foggy reflection of whom I think I should be
Are hues of metallic pink and turquoise
Swirling like an oil slick over the handle
And up my arm as I try bringing thoughts to my mouth
As I eat what others dish out and gag silently as I swallow
Words that aren’t mine
They will never know how I talk or what I think because
I don’t allow
I don’t know how
So I put the knife down
Beside my spoon
And pray that I will someday hear myself
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Welcome to the Cecilia Leigh website & blog. A place to celebrate writing, poetry, and the art of spoken word…and by celebrating, I mean taking risks, inspiring, screwing it up, falling on our faces, and learning. Because, really, that’s what this whole go round is about; the experience.
If we keep our words inside, if we never speak or write from that place below the surface, the world is going to miss out on the real us. Since we went through all the trouble of getting here, I’d suggest we pick up our pens, warm up our voices, and start sharing. Risky as it may seem, that’s what I’ve decided to do. I hope you do to.
Peace out my fellow word muses,
Cecilia Leigh
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