On the Verge
Her lips tremble
and she feels the pain
of what she held in
not giving way.
Let the words spill
out into the light of day!
Like a landslide
they will no longer be contained
things she kept in like bad medicine
like a cough spill
out of her lips
coming out
giving a sense of bliss
of lightness and
feeling less
wrong.
Keep talking beauty
keeping silent was never your duty.
It was a ban mostly imposed by a man.
Now you can bloom,
your lips no longer tremble,
not a quiver,
as the words roll out of you
like a river,
limpid clear and true,
there was never anything wrong with you.
This poem is part of the broader creative research journey I am Maria! where voice, identity, and feminine narratives are explored through poetry, song, and immersive performance. Emerging from the final stanza of On the Verge, Bloom is an electronic vocal work that traces a moment of rupture and release, where the voice moves beyond containment toward expression, transformation, a return to origin, and self-acceptance.
Explore more creative reflections from the I am Maria! project HERE