From my mind to my tongue
The words will not come.
From my heart to my fingers
The syllables linger
They fly and taunt as they bend and scatter
I grasp for the sounds that I can’t capture
And I stop. Because they matter.
And I don’t want to get this wrong.
So I try again
I take a breath and begin.
But the sounds they swell at the back of my mouth
Choking my speech
Nothing comes out
I’ve got so much to say but I start to back down
I. Just. Can’t. Find. The words.
And it hurts.
So I immerse in the verse that takes me away
Feeling the words that replicate my pain
His lips spill forth the things I can’t say
Let him speak my hurt because I have no refrain
There’s too much in my head to order into ink
There are thoughts that I feel but I don’t know how to think
Declarations get stuck.
Questions won’t come.
Like trying to describe the remnants of a dream
It makes sense in my head but it’s a mess when I speak
So I let him talk my heart
Let him voice the words that will not part
From my lips
And knowing this
I let them flow from his.
He talks my hurt.
He says my words
And I hope that through my mute appeal
You understand that what he is saying
-I feel.
From my head to my lips
My words stumble and trip
Fear shuts down the sounds in my mouth
That push against my static tongue –
They press hard but won’t come out
I want you to hear all the things that I feel
But nothing comes out and so I steal
His lines
His rhymes
His voice, his words, his song, his beat
They are his but its everything I want to speak
But my sentences break and remain undone.
The words get stuck from my mind to my tongue.