A million words fight to break free.
So many, that I cannot speak.
I try and I try, but it doesn’t matter.
I am mute, my voice lost to this world.
I have so many things to say.
So many emotions to convey.
But it doesn’t matter.
I do not have the voice with which to speak the words I long to say.
Strong and sweet.
Beautiful and neat.
Supportive and kind.
Who helps me keep my mind.
My very best friend;
Turns dark days bright.
Yet I worry;
They may be losing the fight.
First I see a raven,
Strong and dark.
Now I see an eagle,
Majestic and mighty.
Now I see a crow,
So similar to the raven.
Now I see a feather,
Alone and indistinct.
Finally I see the birds.
His hair, his eyes.
How I love his smile, his laugh.
So funny, so sweet.
Always making me smile, and giggle.
But I’m trapped in the friend zone.
He’s so much more to me, but I’m just a friend.
Comments
...then (if this is about you), I hope that you keep writing! With this poem, you made a crucial first step. You WERE able to tell the world something, say through the written word that communication is a struggle. This already means you're getting somewhere. Don't lose hope.
Thanks. I appreciate the support.
I struggle sometimes with nonverbality, and that was the inspiration for this poem. It was my way of communicating when I couldn’t speak.
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