The W Word.

"Can I spell it out, please?"
"Sure, go ahead."

I croaked out the five letters,
a plague rising in my throat,
bile jumping out from the
seams.

"Thank you. I now understand
so much more."

I nodded my head. But how
much does the past impact us?
Did that memory conjure those
intense feelings?

How did my self-worth
become a trivial stone
that I keep tripping over?