Speak

Words that fall, out of my mouth
Are like a tangled piece of wire.
The beads were perfectly in place,
And they decided to mess up
As I pour every single thing out.

It’s because it’s intangible,
And invisible.
I cannot see those knots and disorder.
Believe me, I’ve run it through my head,
Over and over and over again,
But to no avail.

Thankfully,
I write better.

~S.H.~