I am the Lost Words
I am the one sitting in the corner of your mind
The one who is always there
But is never the center focus
I am the one whose words are in a puddle on the pavement
The one whose throat is raw
From all of the silent screaming
Whose ears sting from the unbearable ringing of whispers
I am the girl who is overlooked
But exists in the same world as you
Who sits inside the mirror
Only to have it shatter from the stolen words
That float in the air that suffocates me
I am the girl who paces back and forth in her room
Reciting memories and “what ifs” to a phantom
Shaking from invisible excitement
Of things to come
I am the one who preys upon a shadow
A shadow of the unknown inspirations
That lie ahead
The inspirations that I can turn into words
That will sit on paper and not on sound waves
Until now
Because I am a poet
Who used to be silent
But the fear of being heard can no longer
Wrap its fingers around my vocal cords
And I am the lost words
Of all of the hopeful poets
Who can’t take their hands off of their own mouths
And let the words go free