In Out In Out

          The breath escapes my lungs r

u

  s

    h

      i

       n

         g

            into the open air.

Bu          Bu  

    Bump       Bump

                                 My heart beats against my chest creating a riot of it’s own        alone             

with no one to hear.

                                                                                                                   

This body I possess traps my thoughts, but what would I be without the skin and BONES that

                                                                                                                         

make me?

 

It’s a Battle, a WAR , one that     n     e      v       e        r       e        n         d       s.

                                     

                       c     e

Trying to let my words es  a      properly,

                          p

 

Instead constricted  by the f     m           n       

                                        u           l         g   of my mouth, but I am stuck with it.

                                                 b      i

 

I have NO choice.

This piece of MEAT I was put in fails me,

as the words I so desperately want to scream well up in my throat choking me.

 

Sitting quiet thought of as shy because my words are no LOUDER than a mouse’s as I squeak out “Yes” or “No”

only the simplest of answers to clarify it.

 

But, I sit there with a UPROAR in my heart beating against my chest Harder and Harder,                                                                   

 

                   

                                                                      s  across the page, saying things my voice

                                                                     e                    

                                                                     i

                                                                    l

And my breathe fleeing my lips as my pen f

 

 

NEVER

could.