i am compelled to write at the most inconvenient times
it's 3:21am and I've only just realized I have nothing to say at all
my body aches to release words that I've been unable to reach
It's hard for me to express exactly what I'm thinking out loud
Or at all
my brain is constantly buzzing with thoughts I refuse to listen to
and perhaps writing about them will open me to them but I have been unable to speak confidently for a long time
sometimes I wonder if my tongue was meant to spew words allowed at all
I wonder where I'd be if I was completely mute, silence my only language
maybe I'd be a better writer
or maybe people would like me more
or maybe it'd make sense to me to never try to stumble over these things to others
maybe I'd die in that silence and this would be my legacy
or maybe I would write something worth reading , and you all would speak those words for me
when i was young, Ariel was never an idol but I think now I just might let that witch take my voice away
just to see
how it could make me better
YOU ARE READING
A series of poems by Beccah
PoesíaThis is a bunch of poetry I've written over the years. It's my favorite form of literature. I just need a place to put it all, so enjoy :)
