Old Poetry and Prose

Unspoken

Part of me is scared to write poetry.

The power of words can weigh me down.

Words.

Such simple things.

Strung together until they have meaning,

Power.

I am scared of words.

Keep my mouth taped shut,

Cross my heart,

Hope to die,

You won't hear the words my heart cries.

Because if I don't speak my thoughts,

My fears,

They can't linger in the air for me to choke on,

For others to see.

I can swallow my problems and keep them in the dark,

And pretend they're not real.