sometimes i can't put away the urge to speak these things

not yell them from the mountain top

to grab the attention of the passerby

but simply to write the story

let the words be said in silence 

written down

outside of me

it is like they wrestle in me fighting for a chance to be heard

sometimes too sacred to speak aloud

sometimes just trivial and needing a voice

sometimes angry and violent

sometimes demanding an audience

in silent revelry

to hear the tapping of  keys

to feel the words transported onto the page

evaporating from my pulsating humanity

from thoughts into powerful ideas

they are only words

but some how they speak of life and truths that need expression

i can't explain the urge

all i know is that if i do not allow them freedom

they will die chained to the prison of the mind

fighting hard against the cold steal

churning and boiling within

there is catharsis in the end

to close the book and say

it is said

not mattering if any will read or even agree

but some how in the mere saying

it has made me feel alive

it has released the restless spirit inside

longing for the freedom it demands

too those who can just speak it out

i wish i could

but somehow bound by an oath of silence

i write to escape this sentence

i write to defy the order

i write to have my say

i must

or i would die

i write so others can who have no will to write these thoughts

will be free by my saying them

will be affirmed in our shared truth

will live because the words were brought out into the open

saying words without speaking aloud

silencing the voiceless screams

calming fears

healing hurts without a physical touch

yet touching something deep within

all this from a thought given a voice through words

all this from the power of the word