Speak


A few words come forth

And then I choke
I can’t speak anymore
I can’t speak what I wrote
But I have to say much more
I am too afraid
I feel so much pressure
I am usually great with my words
I am usually so clever
I am lost in my thoughts 
floating like a windswept feather
This time I’m stuck
I am lost in my speech
The reality of what is happening
Is finally getting to me
My words may hurt you
Yet my words may make you smile
But the uncertainty of this
Makes me want to cry
A few words come forth 
And then I choke again
I want to tell you how I feel
I really want to let you in
But fear is consuming my soul
This fear of the unknown
Will my words mean anything to you? 
That…. I do not know