Get My Word In

I write with vigor
but I can’t talk with
my friends
Some nights they’re
like this
I can’t push and
force myself into
behaving so I find
a groove with
the music and
I speak through my
fingers and onto
the page

I will not beg to
be one of the girls
one of the girls
with a way of words
from her mouth
but a woman who
hordes the thoughts
and later arranges
them so onto the page

Later spilling them
throwing them at my friends
at my lover
while they’re sleeping
or silent and I can
finally get my word in

8 thoughts on “Get My Word In

  1. Thank you for this poem. It seems to describe what I call being invisible. It’s like everybody is putting this puzzle together and the piece in your hand doesn’t fit anywhere.

  2. Terah, I so relate to this poem. I’ve always been the quiet one with my feelings soaking the pages. I was told that I was born tongue-tied and it was clipped on my first visit to the doctor’s office when I was still a baby. Yet, I still have trouble getting the words out unless it is in print… Thank you for this poem! LĂ©a

    • Interesting Leamuse! You certainly have a way with words!

      I still do not take for granted your presence on my blog. And I truly regret that I am not able to return the favor. I hope to someday repay you by visits to your lovely blog. Please let me know if you publish a book, I would like to take it home with me and have it on my bed side. You are the best!

      • You are so kind Terah. Have no worries. We often get caught up in this world of living and somethings must wait. Most likely I shall still be here when you have some time, just make sure you keep writing!
        As for the book, I am waiting on the forward which is being written by someone else so it when they can get to it… You know the drill but thank you for the support.

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