...tangible, but not yet, As feelings often aren't, But feel like a person next to you, Solid, within reach,) That putting these thoughts into paper Becomes a herculean task- For how can you Give form to something That yearns to be formless? It takes much courage to put your being on display, Unguarded, Where each word is laced with glass shards, kite ropes, That can cut and make bleed, Yet that's what artists do...
Imagine trying to speak but the words seem to cut your throat each time you utter a sound.