Words spilling, toppling, piling,

Words miles high and inches long.

What words come out may lead thoughts

Shatter dreams, end lives.

I have words within me, like

Piracy, plinth and magical,

Dreaming. These spell out or,

Rather, express the noise inside me.

Wanting a voice, yet feeling

Empty, unnoticed. It ends

All inspiration.

You may tell truth,

But it may not be heard,

Listened to, accepted.

I won’t rest, nor take breath

Until I am heard.

To you, what I say may

Not be important.

But to me,

It is everything.

Published by Lilymaeportman

I'm Lily, an actor, writer & voice over artist.

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