The words envelope me,

Comfort me,

Free me,

And let me speak without saying a word.

Each sylabl ringing,

clearing my mind,

and rolling off my tongue

with every annouciation.


My voice is lost,

My throat is dry.

But thousands of thoughts litter my mind.

Like fish in the deep,




Waiting to be found.

The pen I hold,

Gives me voice, 

Even when I am soft.

It gives me confidence,

Even when I am lost.

And when I can’t tangibly speak,

The words say it for me. 


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