Mute

Mute

She bit her tongue until it bled
Leaving countless things left unsaid
Her thoughts she kept well contained
In her mind, they long remained
Her words always got stuck in her throat
Her feelings, she could not emote
She would always choke them down
Until on them, she began to drown
They weighed heavy upon her chest
The air in her lungs felt compressed
Ever time she tried to speak
Her chords trembled and grew weak
She was tired of being mute
Her voice, she no longer wanted to dilute
She wanted her own words to pass her lips
No more reading someone else's scripts
Though her voice quivered and began to crack
She spoke her truth, there was no turning back

                              -C.A. Saputo xoxo
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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July 24, 2019 at 2:50 PM
Christine, it's good to read your poetry again... this one gives encouragement to all of us who 'leave countless things unsaid'. I especially liked the lines: "She wanted her own words to pass her lips / No more reading someone else's scripts." Poetry is a good vehicle for enunciating what's deep inside us - I encourage you to keep writing and sharing! ~ John
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July 24, 2019 at 6:47 PM
John, thank you for taking the time to read my poem. So glad you liked it. I have been writing but just haven't taken the time to post any of them. I will post more in the near future. Thanks again for your encouragement. :) - Christine
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