I am… self possessed.
I don’t need your words
I have plenty of my own
I could offer some to you
But you don’t need my words
You have plenty of your own
Keep your words
And I will silence mine.
My words would rattle,
if there was room inside my head for them to move
My words could have soared like a kite
My words would have flown…..
Instead they stab, stab, stab at the black earth
Thick and dark
Unheard
No one wants these words
No one wants to hear, or feel
My fears
My dreams
Internally they fall
Into my soul.
I let them rest.
I am self possessed.