Afraid

I used to be afraid that no one would listen.
I used to be afraid that my words were too long.

but now
but now

I have so many things to say
but words will not come out
I want the sentences to flow out of me
flow onto the page
but
I'm afraid I have no words left in me.
I'm afraid I'm empty.

no.

I'm afraid it will all stay inside
fermenting and stinking in me
until I explode
and find the hidden words.
words will hang unspoken
broken on the floor
and I will not, cannot say anything at all.

-I fall into periods where, no matter what I try, I just can't write. Words don't come, but I know they're somewhere inside me, hiding.-

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