Cuz Poetry Is What I Am

Got Poem? 

Breaking pieces of my mind

do not shatter.

Rather, surprisingly, they fall

away, whithering and mushy

Making awful squishy "swhuck-swhuck"

sounds and "splush" as they drop and hit

the inside of my skull.

I don't always feel or notice

when it happens.

But later I can tell. When I stutter and

stammer and cannot find the words I know

in my heart.

Frustrating, that is.

My self expression stifled

I withdraw and depend on

writing.

Slow process that allows me

time to find my words and

make my meaning.

Preferably without embarrassing

myself.

Bananafone Bananafone
46-50, F
Feb 16, 2009