The Reason I Don’t Speak

The Reason I Don’t Speak

There is a concept brewing,

a clear picture forming in my head.

I transfer it to the left hemisphere,

convert it into a sentence,

then send it through quality control.

Mouth is open wide,

my tongue dancing,

struggling to create sound.

A frustrated stutter:

“I… I… I… ARGH!”

The phrase has been denied.

It was an amateur attempt

at forging a masterpiece.

The words are too heavy

to roll off my tongue.

I swallow them back inside.

Too hard to digest,

tying knots around my stomach,

sinking me into the ground.

Poetry by Jeremy Mifsud

Photo by Cristian Newmanhe on Unsplash

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