I am a Songbird

I have the feeling with words.

Like they’re at the tip of my fingertips.

My tongue remains silent.

But my fingers could tell stories,
sagas, and sing to you,
sing with a silent voice.

I sing in Arial font.

How easily a word drips off my fingernails.

How difficult a word resonates from my voice.

Written words are silken,
satin, and laced.

Spoken words are rusted,
grinding, and gagging.

After four years,
How am I able to me be
and sing silently?


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