It’s never fun to not have words
Or when the words build up and build up in your chest like sobs
desperate to be let out like heavy wet stones
But you can’t because you’d hurt people
Because you believe you already have
and the voiceless words that soak and sink are your punishment
You stare and stare at the page, you can read but what good is it
Those words just fill up inside you and don’t come out
You swell painfully, your heart too heavy with all the words
It hurts and you have no outlet
It hurts and you feel that you need to be Doing
But there is nothing to be Done but wait
Wait and hope
That eventually
The words will flow again
Like ink, like blood
Mertiya Writes 