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Hesitant
November 17, 2015
Why do my words grow jumbled
in the restless, reeling contours
of my head?
In my mind's eye,
I always practice what I'll say;
and it comes out of my mouth
trails off my lips
sharper than I intended.
But I've learned throughout
the duration of my lifetime,
things should no go unsaid
they should be clarified.
People draw strength from words
words carry weight
words are fire and brimstone
inciting rebellions
crafting movements
revolutions
and yet my own words
remain trapped within the thick recesses
of my skull
not to ever be heard
until the unforesseable future
© Amanda S., Attleboro, MA
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The basic meaning of this poem, to me, is that I sometimes struggle to tell others what's REALLY on my mind.