Words get stuck
in my mind and heart
when they can't escape my mouth,
they rattle around inside,
chiming to the tiny hammer
of my heart and
crunching gears of my mind,
bruising my insides.
As they add up
they weigh down
my very soul.
They could be birds,
maybe storm clouds,
issuing from my mouth,
beautiful perhaps,
or powerful and angry.
Those I can
I trap in paper,
the rest remain unsaid.

The End

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