Just say it

There are moments 
when words don't reach my tongue.
They follow the map of my body,
surviving the trek,
increasing in speed,
in power,
just to get caught in my throat,
scratching,
grasping for the freedom
that one might wish for as they age. 
Just say it,
my mind tells me.
But even though 
my mind can speak
doesn't mean my lips can.
I have an entire speech written,
for the day I am brave enough,
for the day I am angry enough
to say these words.
But for now,
as they are not 
blowing through my teeth,
a gust of hot,
burning,
flaming air,
I suppose I am not yet able 
to just
say it.