May I disturb you?

Unspoken words,
impatient inside,
celled in the heart in hesitation,
to be lettered or messaged
from the mind.
Courage will be the communication
where fear is the wall.
"Sorry to disturb you....."
gives a start to a long
release of thoughts.

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