S I L E N T

The ink jar is full 

Ready to form words 

Ready to go on the page 

But I can’t do it 

I’m out of words 

I’m empty 

I’ve stayed silent so long 

The words were suppressed 

And then they disappeared 

And I don’t know where to look 

For so long in my life 

I wrote every time I hurt 

I bled onto the pages 

And now the wound is still there

But it doesn’t bleed

It just festers 

And I can’t help it anymore 

I feel trapped inside myself 

Unable to let it all out 

So I hide 

Unable to deal with it all 

But I don’t think that's helping 

I think I’m making it worse