No lips, Just hands

When i speak the words that ignite a fire in my head a tidal wave a tsunami a hurricane a rumbling earth quake of what i feel must be heard just dont come out correctly stuttering and tripping insecturity of explination stain the tip of my tongue forming a wall a blockade of what i should have the right to say i have my own army that seals my lips shut because i shouldn't voice my opinion or at least thats what ive been told i cannot say how i feel how i see as if its an impairation ive suddenly diagnosed myself with i can speak well just as any normal person but with certain tribulations or experiences i cannot form the correct structure of a normal sentence that explains how i feel although i cannot always speak my mind because of the army in my lips a small part of my body has grown rebellious to this authority my hand my fingers my pointer and thumb that holds a space for the utensil that stains pages my hand finds its way to my my mind and even my heart my hand eloquently portays what my mouth ceases to do my hand is a bucket that catches all that falls out of my head and melts it onto a blank sheet my mind drowns the page with all that id be unable to divulge oraly i speak through the written pages a tidal wave of ideas endless imaginations constant reminders and feelings breaks the damn of my mouth spills onto the page overflowing through just one part of my body my hand i write to say what i need to say even if i cant in a verbal sense but i am not a verbal person tactile hands on the epitome of my reason of explanation on paper rather than my lips my hands do what my lips cannot i need to do not say my lips stay sealed but my mind stays open my mind and my hand share a connection that my lips can only seldomly meet i write because i need to be heard It is my communication I write because because my mind has a voice too I write what its in my head so i don't get lost trying to find my way in figuring all this out I write because although i cannot taste what i think i can feel it And if i feel it i must show it I write because spoken words fail me I write because i must set free whats in my mind To keep it trapped would be a cruel punishment I write because i can Because i don't need a reason but i still give some I write because it sets me free from the cages in my head