the words won’t come

9 May

there are times when i am

only a creature without speech

able to grunt and sigh

and point to the source of my

frustrations

like a crying child for whom

words are no consolation

i can’t tell you what i want

or how i feel

but if you could see my face

and feel my hands

you’d know

the words won’t come

they cannot come

for i am too old

i am too young

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