Poetry addressing Throat Chakra (communication, words)
I’m in labor, as mother and child. Pushing, bearing down, panicking – consumed within a process I don’t control. She’s coming. My inner child that was left on a side street long, long ago. She says she’s ready to come to me, and she has questions of me. As mother and child, I coach her. …
I can’t tell where it exactly resides. Somewhere between my throat and heart, right of center. I can’t really describe the feeling accurately. Is it a thump of a drum? A pill caught in my throat? It doesn’t exactly start or end. It’s more like a sound with physical attributes that intensify irregularly with hums …
