They clutch and cling to my words in shattering refute,

pilfering my every breathe.

I walk by by with a hush and a slither,neither heard nor seen.

Taken by a harsh gesture,put to death by the pitiful cackle of a ghostly night.

Breaking my silence,piercing and stinging when will this twinge cease.

Here be neath my feet lies a petal.

A wanted desire to liberated and freeborn,only but a wish.

Finally my plea is heard.

My contempations finally recongized.

I have a voice.

Happiness regained and strong,

My words posed as a dagger,my weapon.

My words posed as a guide.

My words posed as a true me.

It is my escape and friend.