A fragile storm
my mind is a hurricane
awash with confusion.
For someone who puts such weight
on the words I utter;
I’m oft taken aback
at the chaos that dribbles
from the edge of my lips.
.
I rehearse again and again
my words before they’re released,
and still, I wish to take them back.
To try again.
To do better.
I wish to say what I meant;
or rather, how I felt.
.
The struggle lies
in the storm of my thoughts.
A single thread, once pulled,
unravels the many words I had.
yet the ones I need never remain.
And so I’ll begin again,
to connect my heart & my tongue
.
risking again
building the fragile storm
that is my mind.
–Joe