I'm limited in what I can do, even so dreaming of what I'd likeMature

I wish
it were easier
to get my meaning
across a page-
I wish
my words came
as if carried,
like leaves
in the wind.
I wish
I could say
every word on my tongue
as if they weren't thorns
intruding
on peace.
There comes aggravation
with filtering every thought,
every word
like any step now,
I'll trip.
I am stuck
so limited
like a leash
that chokes
when I go too far.
It's never as simple
as one would like
always difficult
a tragedy
leaking from my fingertips
never a word
too soon.

The End

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