The unheard words cluster around me

Tortured souls begging me to save them

I refuse

I push them aside, burying emotions

I put them 6 feet under

But their ghosts haunt me

Thoughts, feels, emotions I don’t want to contend with

need to be heard

slowly I see the need

one by one, I revive them

they are made whole by ink and paper

Some words still surround me

but not as urgent

they know when the time is right,

they will be given breath and led into the light