Many times the phrase, “you’re good with words”
Has been uttered my way.
This intended compliment is endearing,
Although I wonder if I am really so good with
The formulation of sounds, letters, words that create thoughts.
I have yet to fully articulate the feeling that comes
After a loved one leaves the deepest wound
On your soul and asks how it got there,
Questions the rationale behind the bleeding.
I have yet to find the words that portray
The core-shaking confusion that plagues
The mind once a cherished confidant
Puts a discounted value on your being.
I have yet to find the words to describe
The sadness that clouds your aura
When boundaries are erased by forcing
Your hand to brush them away.
I have yet to voice the deep-rooted pain that
Has made a bed in my heart.
To connect the shattered glass is to cut
My hand as I search for the pieces to fit.
It is I, the one “good with words”
That has yet to find the sounds that
Translate into an understanding of my darkest
Insecurities, confusion, mistrust, pain.
It is I, the one who has yet to grasp
the most vulnerable words that could
Heal my spirit.
Am I really so good with words if the ones that matter the most remain unsaid?
Art is therapeutic... painting created by MME
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