I can’t make a poem 

I keep on trying 

And trying 

And trying 

But my body won’t let me make poems 

Sometimes 

It won’t 

It won’t 

It won’t let me make a poem 

About that time or that 

I can’t say the words out loud not even a name 

And my therapist 

My poetry 

Sometimes will do the same 

I want to write about mem-

I want to write about 

Well not just her 

I want to write about so many things 

So many thoughts in my mind 

I’m writing a poem a day 

Yet my greatest conflict that lies with me today 

I can’t write about 

I’ve written poem upon poem 

About my sadness

My anger

My demise 

In some terrible times 

Yet I can’t write a poem 

About that time

And that 

And that

And that 

And that

And how they repeat 

Again 

And again 

And again 

In mind 

Until I finally cry 

The memory 

Memory that mortifies me 

Memory that is so strong it hurts me 

Memory so forceful I think I’ll never see the end 

Until then I start daydreaming 

Memories that were never mine 

Yet they remind 

Of things I cannot say

Without a tear 

Without a cry 

It’s name my mouth won’t comply 

That when I say 

My hands deny 

Comply 

Comply 

I don’t even want 

Comply 

Comply 

I can’t 

I won’t 

Make my mouth mine 

My brain 

My memory 

Don’t make me cry 

They hurt 

They’re not just memories 

Please make my mind mine