I don't have words tonight.
My mouth is shut
There is something rising
In me
And I cannot let it
Out.
My hands do not create
Art that tells emotion
And my pen does not
Either.
This rising in me
It wants
To
Escape.
But there is no way
For it to travel.
My mouth is shut,
My pen does not write,
There are no words,
My hands are still
And something is rising in me.
I may ravel at the seams because there is no
Release.
Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see. || Mark Twain
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