I could've said it,
A million times by now
Whispered through the dark,
Long coils of a telephone cord
Yelled across the crowded room,
With emotions unveiled,
For everyone to see
...But I haven't,
Not yet,
I can't tell why....
What is it that stops me?
Why does my breath
Catch in my throat,
Every time I get the nerve
To attempt?
Am I hesitant because
When I say these words,
I can't ever take them back?
Afraid of the power,
That I know I could possess?
I am Scared of these words...
They Make
and Break
This is a great word. We don't quite know what will be said, but we feel its import. And I know I can empathize deeply with every word said in this short, direct poem. Well-done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With your knowledge and choice of undisputed thoughts on paper, you can go places. I forsee that. Keep writing. arya.