Just because my cracked lips are on the brim of falling off when I talk
does not mean I do not have something to say.
And even though my fingers shake in the wake of you presence
does not mean I cannot stand my ground.
They say it's hard to write, but well
I find it harder to speak.
The pen doesn't crawl into my ear to lay eggs,
like your mocking laugh when I try to say what I think.
So watch me turn this blank page
into a piece of art, radiating with beauty of the unspoken word,
just as Jesus turned water to wine.
And watch me crack a small smile
when you're talking to me,
and know I'll be recording the thoughts I don't speak.