There’s a song
Bubbling
Up inside,
Pressing against the
Walls
Of my lungs,
Suffocating me.
It pushes against my
Oxygen,
Lodges in my
Throat.
Will it ever come
Soaring out?

I opened my
Mouth,
But no sound
Escaped.
Burn my fingers,
I try to scream.
I can’t;
I suffer.
No, I can’t sing,
But I can still
Cry.
Big, basketball-sized
Tears
Full of
Water,
Salt,
Fear.

Storm clouds roll in,
One after the other,
Their rumbling
Penetrates my
Stillness,
I shake.
Now, mimic them.
I growl,
I wail,
I rumble,
But I still can’t
Sing.
I listen to
Recordings
Of my favorite
Songs,
But I no longer
See,
I no longer
Hear,
I no longer
Believe.
The song is stuck
Where it will forever be
Trapped
Under the growing thorns of my
Unsaid words.