For When I Can't Speak
I have never been able
to trust my mouth
to repeat what I tell it to say,
so the words fell from my mouth
to my hands,
the scratch,
the scribble,
the scrawl,
they told
what my mouth never could grasp,
I began to see myself in the world,
the intimacy I began to feel in nature,
and the elctrical flow that came alive inside of me
in an unknown place,
I became a part of the stranger
I had taught myself to fear,
these same words that everyone uses
came together in a way that was uniquely me,t
they speak for me
when my courage falls