I Write Because I Cannot Speak

Just because my cracked lips are on the brim of falling off when I talk

does not mean I do not have something to say.

And even though my fingers shake in the wake of you presence

does not mean I cannot stand my ground.


They say it's hard to write, but well

I find it harder to speak.

The pen doesn't crawl into my ear to lay eggs,

like your mocking laugh when I try to say what I think.


So watch me turn this blank page 

into a piece of art, radiating with beauty of the unspoken word,

just as Jesus turned water to wine.


And watch me crack a small smile 

when you're talking to me,

and know I'll be recording the thoughts I don't speak.


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