Words That Speak

Every once in a while I forget the words, <br> But most of the time they flow easy. <br> They resonate in my head, <br> in which I frequently reminesce, <br> But usually they never reach my tongue.<br> For me, my voice lies on paper- <br> feelings I never speak- <br> From my pencil they leak.<br> My words are a diary,<br> a key to every secret both unspoken and whispered,<br> But even I mistake the truth. <br>I know what it's like to feel empty- <br>like blank paper waiting for a story to be written,<br>But I know also what it means to read, <br>to remember again a forgotten emotion- <br>The words just lingering on my lips.<br> I can taste them on my tongue,<br> for the most part, they are bitter,<br> especially when I have to swallow-<br> They're left in my head to wander.<br> But if I speak these words can I still call them mine?<br> I would lose this forbidden piece-<br> the only solace I have left to find.<br> I may not always be brave,<br> but it takes courage to be alive.<br> If only you could understand-<br> but this language is my own.<br> It seems my tongue is mendacious,<br> our arguments constantly nullify,<br> but my poems are my hidden truths,<br> My poems indemnify.<br> for my words cannot be taken away,<br> I'd spend the day writing why it is I stay.<br> My self-control is frangible<br> but writing is the balm,<br> But sometimes the words must ferment before they can be told.<br> Write them down before they fade<br> like I would kiss before I cave.<br> They inspire me to be strong and show me my hidden side,<br> It happens when I wish to speak <br>that they and fear collide.<br> What are words that are never spoken?<br> are they any less true? <br>I never utter for you would misconstrue. <br>However, they aren't always lucid to even I,<br> I become lost in the hurricane's momentary eye.<br> Not everyone knows when they'll fall- <br>some believe it better to be cautious,<br> But some just carry bandages,<br> for they know they'll survive.<br> As for me, I try to cover my scars with hidden stories,<br> quietly humming a lullaby. <br>Facing a window with immaculate light,<br> with a sky that threatens rain and a promise of sunshine,<br> I write the words that maybe someday I'll speak.