Oh how I long to find the right words.
Why, oh WHY, do they escape me?
The depth of my being cries in pain for lack of a way to express itself.
I read other peoples words and think, "Yes, that's what I feel." That's
what I would have said, if only I was gifted with words.
So much to say to so many people.
But when I get the courage to speak, it comes out wrong.
It has no command, so it is ignored.
So I just stay quiet.
But that doesn't change my passion, my love, my caring.
Please try to understand me. There is so much more than what you see.