Words flow out of me
like rivers,
like rainbows,
splashing colors across pages
and illustrating the nooks
of my brain
that don’t bear explaining.

Asking for permission,
for justification,
asking for answers.
No spark behind their eyes,
no understanding.
Venting my frustration,
only blank looks in return.

I retreat to my lines
and my ink,
scrawling,
not bawling,
saying,
not letting my heart
go unspoken.

Not this time.