I Wrote What I Could Not Say

There
Right there, you can see
My answer to you.
It sits
On the edge of my lips
On the tip of my tongue,
Waiting
To be spoken,
To be made known
But,
No sound is made
No words are formed.

What a cruel trick my mind has played!
How awful it is to know my response,
And yet be unable to utter it.

Here,
Right here, you can see
My answer to you.
It flies
From the edge of my heart
From the tip of my pen,
Waiting
To be read,
To be understood
And
In your mind
My words are formed.

What a wonderful show my hands have put on!
How beautiful it is to know my response
Will be heard by you...

Through my written word.

Comments

egraham831

"From the edge of my heart, 

From the tip of my pen," 

What a beautiful and simple line you have crafted, oh wordsmith. I understood exactly how you felt at that moment, which writing should do. No real critiques for you, this is beautiful. 

Belle S.

I'm so glad you connected! I've always liked to think that my words are being read and understood, not just sitting on the web being idle. Thanks for the comment :)

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