Mute

May 17, 2006

If only my voice
Were as bold as my words
If only my words
Were as bold as my ink
If only I could go through life
With a pen in my hand
Maybe then
I wouldn’t be
So far behind
Maybe then you would understand

I’m not as brash
As my words on paper
I’m not as timid
As my unuttered syllables

It is here
On the blank
Of the page
That I can play my role
Here I can express
Everything at once
On center stage

Yet on my oneway telephone
I am always alone
I can make my declaration
To faces unknown
Feel a sense of pride
But nobody knows

Maybe I’ll solve world hunger
In a single proverb
Profess true love
In a sonnet
But it does not really matter
If no one else saw it

My words may be
Immortalized
For only my own eyes to see
Years later
Be the humiliation
Of noone else
But me

Bittersweet and yet
These are my words
Born of my heart’s womb
My private language
For the linguistically mute.