My Breath

Posted Date: : Oct 12, 2008 6:36 AM

My breath and my voice are taken away
I was chosen to speak my mind in a different way
Different from you, yours and his
I am certain that this is the reason my lips are stitched
Closed to write freely using parts of membranes
Asking myself sometimes if this is safe
Words and letters form into one
Numbers are not used at all
But money numbers is what makes me feel tall
I feel weak from this sore throat
Neck turns are limited
I never want to be this tired again
Just struggling to get my point across
I start speaking and I just get hot
It feels like double exercising my vocal chords
I just feel too sore
Imagine not being able to speak
I think I would still survive
I would just keep writing
I would never lie
Hide
Hide from what I always wanted to really say
But paper and pen makes me feel peaceful
Like nothing really should matter
I just wish face expressions didn't matter
I admit it is hard to express emotions personally
I am getting used to it until I can say
I finally did it for ME
So let me be with my paper and pen
Just watch me as I scribble and scrabble
Watch as my hopes and dreams come to life
Because poetry will be my lifetime
It ahs become my sun, my moon and my clouds
My happiness and my frown
It is my noise when there is no sound
I breathe and breathe to get my voice back
But wait..
I forgot ..
This pen and paper is all I need to have