Laryngitis, ridiculous! Reduced to whispers, yet
silence has its upside. Compelled to communicate only
needful things, obviously I've talked too much.
Important words, spent like Monopoly money,
wasted on ears too full of negativity to be heard,
words gone too soon, without my mind reminding me to
soften them around the edges before they left my mouth.
Perhaps laryngitis should become a lifestyle, not in diagnosis
but in demonstration. The world would not be worse
without my voice raising in anger or frustration.
No hearts would be broken were I to speak less,
a better steward of my words,
pausing until purpose parts my lips.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2012
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