something is broken inside of me, and
I know it is broken and I know it is cracked
but I don't know what broke it
so I don't know how to get back
glue my pieces back together and walk on a clear track
because lost is the way and confused is the path.

Silence is not keeping quiet
because you have nothing
to say...

Silence is having a lot
to say but no desire
to speak...

She's an alphabet artist
she paints in words,

from a palette of adjectives,
nouns and verbs,

the landscape she finds
in the folds of her mind

she exhibits in volumes of verse.

The stars are still twinkling
The moon is still glowing
The sun is still shining
The Earth is spinning
The birds are chirping
The time is still ticking

So why am I still so sad?

They call me 'the Crutch'.
And as such, I know how that sounds.
But I don't like to speak about it
much.

See, people think I'm just nice.
'Nice and supportive', that's it.
Gets me every time.
But not for a second

do they consider that
once they've sat down
and discarded me by the coats
and the hats,
I need one too.