I have been unaware of these walls I've built
that surround my vocal chords,
restricting the vibrations meant to be heard

These dirtying stones that make up my ribs
and cage in my heart
Pluck out the colored feathers of my opinions,
and gag my long winded but silent stories

I cannot explain
why,
or how,
the words just won't come

I want to be heard
but my Silence is comfortable,
like the sadness that cradled me
for so many starless nights

I need to let you in
like I let him in
and her in
and them in
but I don't know where to begin
Anxiety comes in waves
and Silence bottles it up, stifles and swallows it.
Because it's easier that way.

These loud yells and thunderstorms
ease me backward into the Silence --
My safe haven.
where the only sound is the air ****** in and pushed out
from these two boarded up lungs.
My words are unheard and I allow them to be

Here, there are no locks,
no bolted doors, no filter for my thoughts
Here, I break down those walls
and place them around me.
Here, the Silence surrounds,
and I listen.