Finding words that roll off the ton-
gue,
can be just as hard as tonguing ‘gue’
When words are all I have,
to have lost them terrifies –
My mind cannot stay still,
for fear I might forget my name,
Never-mind the rest
This is what I want, more than that,
but my words are too simple,
says he
My words are too perplexing,
says she
Worlds, voices, action, love, death,
they play in my mind, I speak the words,
I sing the scenes,
yet pen to paper, fingers to keys,
nothing
spills
over
Not even one
drop,
I am not even a leaking faucet,
– Or tap as we call it
I avoid the chance to admit why,
I find myself here,
with this blank white page,
begging me to say something,
to give myself to it, to you,
to hold nothing back, but I –
Call it fear,
or doubt,
or both
This is where I am, this is why,
but this not who I am,
this is not.
The
End
