Tongue Tied

The words that tell my story
To the depth it should be told
Have buried deep inside of me
And spread through flesh and bone.

I cannot catch a single thread
That isn't so firmly tied
Around my mind and lungs and heart
That if I pulled it out I'd die.

That's why forming sentences
Is ripping me apart
And as for explaining anything
Will I ever get the chance?

But just as does the lion
When it's trapped inside a cage
I am pacing, pacing all the time
Looking to escape.

I want to relax until the chains I'm in
Fall uselessly away
And words stop meaning life or death
And I can have my say.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Fri 5th Feb 2021 17:35

Thank you Stephen.

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 5th Feb 2021 17:03

This is a beautiful poem, with so many vivid images.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 4th Feb 2021 17:14

Thank you Adam and D Joshi for your comments. 💗

Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem. 💐

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D Joshi

Thu 4th Feb 2021 16:08

Feels so relatable, incredible description. Love this 😊

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Adam Whitworth

Thu 4th Feb 2021 10:29

I hear ya.

What a remarkable, real breathing poem! Bravo.

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