A Poem on the Importance of Speaking
You sit in the center of the Mecca sites of socialization. Yet, you are alone - cannot speak to anyone. The unsaid words churn unborn and immature in your chest with a burn that could set this whole place ablaze. Faced with temptation in the midst of the source of your vice, the chatter grows louder - growing prouder of your perception it’s keeping you subdued. All you want is to speak - to feel whole, to exhale, relieve the pressure and rejoin your race together in revelry now. You remember the last time that feeling was yours, and the memory haunts you and disorients you. But, illusory ghosts aren’t real. The curse is from you. The demon is from you and you must exercise to exorcise. To stop, drop, and roll takes action. Move. Otherwise succumb to the fate of the thinker and let the words, feelings, emotions burn in your chest - destined to join the rest of your past in your locked cache of ashes.