Heard in Silence
As the world rattles between my ears,
writing is the one place where I am, truly, myself.
The place where I find words
too pure to be held by sound.
While my voice generates only fragments
dropped stumbling from my lips,
my fingers create keys
unlocking thoughts held captive behind my teeth
As I write, it seems, as all the Earth grows still
and when all is silent, my letters stand stong
and I am,
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