That Which I Cannot Speak (aka. everything)

Words simply spoken have never done my feelings justice.
My tongue trips over simple sounds that should easily soar from my lips.
And when they finally come tumbling out into the open air,
They seem flat in comparison to what was my original intention.
The flow of ink from a pen,
Dancing across the page in messy but heartfelt words,
And expanding to thoughts and feelings that I never even knew were thick inside me,
Creating bridges of emotion and understanding between me and any soul who wishes to read.
That is true communication.
I’m glad that I’ve finally found my voice.

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