Silence

I cannot speak because of lockjaw, self-imposed, cunning but that’s a given

so I let words love those I long to inform myself, never just the one

I want to write everyday, with chalk, with a keyboard, with pens stolen

I want to write on pages, on walls,on unfamiliar hearts

But I remain quiet,seldom speaking, sound dampened anyway

So I paint my mind with syllables, and play tic-tac-toe with the sky.