I
made a concoction once
of lemon juice & milk & salt.
Drank
it down in attempt to lose my timidity.
The
ingrediants had no reasoning
no known
innate powers.
Their
mixture was unthought-out,
unread-up-on.
It
was a silly plan of escape,
a
silly hope,
a
silly liquid potion to dissolve the thick shell around me.
I
tried to speak louder the next day,
tried deliberating my movements a little less
tried to end the muteness I was known for.
It
seemed that lemon juice & milk & salt
made no difference.
But
strangely enough they did.
One day,
just
six years later,
the potion kicked in.
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