Words

My thoughts, my histories
My words
Are all jumbled up in my head.

They’re swirling around
A grey fog
A fog of words.

I want to let them out.
I need to let them out.
I have to let them out.

They’ve been hidden away;
Forced into tiny lock-boxes for too long.
They must come out
And breathe.

I need to breathe.

They are my stories,
They are my words.

Hear my words.
Feel my words.
Share my words.

I’ve lived these words.

Breathe.

I’m living these words.

Breathe.

Words on their way out;
Caught in my mouth
Stopped.
Prohibited.
Denied.

My words.

Listen.