| Unspoken |
By Alexia Crockett Casper
Words unspoken, thoughts kept captive.
When I find the courage to eventually speak The words spill out, stumbled and jagged.
Fearful of even saying the wrong thing, So perhaps I won’t say a thing.
My heart feels as if it is war drums,
Clobbering to a stuttering beat, which is my voice.
Sounding the war between me, myself, and I.
I feel as if I am a puppet And it is the loyal puppeteer.
controlling, crystal clear strings are the butterflies.
Forcing my hand upon my mouth,
I want to speak, I want to be heard. But,
I remain unspoken