My words have meaning,
Depths and voids.
But they sit stuck in my chest,
Choking me out of breath.
Like I had an elephant sitting on my chest.
My words had meaning.
Until I stopped speaking.
Into voids and depths.
They sit in my stomach like boulders.
Heavy.
They sit in my chest.
My mouth never fixed a word to say,
What needed to be said.
I swallowed it instead.
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What She Wanted To Say.
PoetryShe didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked...
