The Final Sentence

The final sentence that I wrote – Ragged words I could not speak – And so the sentence for me spoke The letters written on the sheet – The words I wrote but could not speak Read my sentence back to me Like shards of glass in bas relief Spoken there for me to hear – It read my sentence word for word I dared not breathe – I could not speak – ‘Twas worse than I had ever heard The words I’d written on the sheet And though I wrote what now I heard – The sentence and the words it spoke – I could not take it at its word – I took the sentence that I wrote And dashed it on the rocks! The words, The letters, fell – the sentence broke And as it broke my spirit stirred And something pure – in me – awoke –