Swimming, dancing and mixed up the words I want to speak stay
Over and over running in this mad circle ideas become words, words becomes emotions and in my head they play.
Softly, sweetly then extremely loud they twist and turn trying to make just one sentence or fraise.
Up, down and side to side, bouncing faster and faster now insanity, leaving me to pray

What is wrong with me I find myself thinking, why can’t I speak, why won’t the words just come out!
What must I do, where did I run off to, when am I going to find my words, how will I escape from my drought.
Thirsty for the words which swim in my head, hungry for the peace I once knew.
Madness is all I have left, I know if I could speak those words, if I would just open mouth they would find their way through.

Now I long for the day when it all will stop, come to a place where I can relax the moment when I say just one tiny word.
That moment when all the years of being trapped inside myself, being able to speak the joy, sadness, fears, concerns and all of my hurt.
The one tiny word which I found myself hiding, holding in long ago .
The question I ask now is, when that day arrives will I actually know.

Written by :
Nancy Kehrer