Day 1. The page where the heart speaks words

When the heart starts beating rapidly it is time. Don’t think about what others might think, just speak. Believe that the words will come. 

Sage advice given to this nervous first time public speaker many years ago. 
Standing up and speaking my mind was a scary thing to do. It’s not that I didn’t have words to say. It’s just that I felt too strongly about what my words meant to me. Where else would or could the words come from if not from my heart. And yet they resisted. 

Where are the pages of my notes? What if my voice croaks? What if they laugh at me? My fears threatened to overcome me. Who else has felt that fear? 

Hidden deep within the hidden  tunnels and crevices of my beating heart, I felt them start to stir. With each surge they got stronger. The words were on their way. 

It’s true that we speak when our heart is in our mouth. I hummed to myself…, “Drums keep pounding rhythm to my brain.  And the beat goes on! “
Then I thought;What  is the worst that can happen?  I set aside those notes. Just breathe. Just do it. And I did.   My heartfelt words found their way. And it was good. 


This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, July Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’