And some have asked why

 

I do it because my lips fail

My tongue stutters

My teeth carve words sloppily

My mouth refuses to accept my thoughts

 

My cheeks redden

I bow my eyes in embarrassment 

People murmur sympathetically

Then continue the conversation without me

 

But writing is different

My pen never fails

My hand never falters

Neat cursive soon fills pages

 

My ideas spewing out 

Sprawling across notebooks

Pages struggle to contain the weight of my mind 

 

Writing is my way of communication

My way to connect with the world 

 

Writing is the only option I have