Untamed

All the people I meet

become poems.

Unable to express myself otherwise,

for I’ve always been told,

not to speak.

xxx

The written word can flow.

Where the spoken word falters.

We tangle our words,

mash up our feelings,

because we can’t let them know.

xxx

They can’t know the trueness.

That lies within.

How broken we are,

our battles lost

that make our uniqueness.

xxx

I get the lump in my throat,

when I know it’s wrong to speak.

Which, is pretty much

all of the time,

so I may as well, grab my coat.

xxx

So, if you find yourself written

in a poem,

just know you were special.

I was unable to speak,

probably because I needed to remain hidden.