Discharged Liberation

I write what I cannot speak

Though spoken word seem free

It appears but a shackle

Confining my tongue within its resting place.

If I pierce the silence

My breath falls short

Weighed down by foolishness

Restricting motion in emotions

That come all too slowly.

If fear means hesitation

Then speed is reckless abandon

Dismissed as ignorance in glee.

But what else can I be?

For this is my release

Of lines and stanzas from within

Unspoken harmonies and melodies

Concurrent with the void in my heart

And cacophony in my mind.