I’m proud that you are voicing your words now.
I have words to speak, but my tongue is
still numb from the flavour of your lies.
I have a truth to tell, but i’m not sure
whetherto swallow it.
Keep it buried where it’s
always belonged.
Who I really am, living in my
stomach,
making a home behind my ribcage,
stifling my wings.
I have a decade of stories, bursting behind
swollen lips and flustered cheeks, shame
carriedin my face.
I want to find my voice, but I think it got
buried beneath yours in my throat and I
can’t remember what I sound like.
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Very moving.
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Very well written with great emotion. Thanks for commenting. 🙂
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This is terrific
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Yes, wonderfully written post by this blogger and proud to have it posted on my blog. Miss you, hugs Deb 🙂 🙂
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Love to you my courageous and insightful friend i always read you♡♡♡
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Thanks and huge hugs
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