So I Write

So I write. 

So many words on paper, 
Black ink on a flat white sheet. 
Expressing who I am 
To reveal my true feelings. 
I fill page after page
With words as two-dimensional 
As the paper they are scrawled across. 
No sound is ever heard

only my breathing and my silence
For I have no voice to read the words aloud.
It was taken from me by the people
Who said they dearly love me. 
I make no utterances of outrage, 
No pleas for anyone's mercy. 
Unable to protest, I write. 
Unable to express my pain, I write. 
In all my desperation, I write some more.
So I write, and write. . . .