All The Things I Don’t Say…

So much…

So many things bouncing around my skull, unable to find release.

Unable to find relief.

The number of works that go unshared, untouched, unedited, uncomfortable…

The list goes on and continues to grow and will most likely never come to an end.

There will always be a sentence I wish I could have finished;

a poem I wish I could have written;

an article I wish I could have thought of;

but alas, I fear I never will.

I fear I’m stunted, stuck in frozen fear waiting for the boards beneath my feet to give,

all at the slightest peep of a breath of a word.

I pray for a purpose somewhere;

I pray for a prayer that will work;

please, God, help me find the words to speak with you and clarify my heart’s wish.

What that is is unclear.

But I have to find it.

Poem by Ada Raven