I always have something to say,
it's what I'm known for,
I speak with ease,
with fear,
with anger or frustration,
with anxiety.

I always know to speak,
whenever,
with whomever
I may come across -
even though it's true,
I sometimes struggle,
to stop
the words
as they tumble from my mouth
without a second glance.

I always want to write,
to use those words to
create pictures,
to allow interpretations -
alas, this seems to be the
sole time
that words
fail me.