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.
I am from
My hip-dysplasia harness and
My teddy bear blanket
I am from my dog that always slept beside me
Even when my parents locked the door
Author's Note: I am a therian, and I have four theriotypes; a leopard, an owl, a dolphin, and a horse. Because of this, I have the nickname, "Lowldorse".
(Sometimes)
Life just seems much too hard
(Sometimes)
I don't want to go on
(Sometimes)
I feel like it's impossible-
Immovable walls surround me
(Sometimes)
I don't understand other folks-
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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