Until I Speak

Sometimes more is said with less
The lengths increase; the depths regress
And some are too shy to converse
And speaking more just makes it worse

In poems few words must be said
Yet more is in the meaning read
Then people know I think and feel
The silent image isn't real

I'll speak a poem and won't be scared
Because with words I feel prepared
Then slowly breaking through this shell
I write until I speak as well