Monday, December 7, 2009

The Fight.

With every fight,
She feels herself
losing control.
Each fight a step closer
to unleashing the words
that she knows
are aching to get out.
She feels them,
speaks them in her head,
tastes them on her lips,
breathes them.
But they are not spoken,
they are never spoken.
As they wriggle and squirm,
trying to sneak past,
she presses her lips together.
Fighting the battle,
that endlessly rages on,
inside her.

2 comments:

Melee said...

I can feel this... I totally understand! Very well put.

Some Girl said...

I'm with Melee. I feel this too. I think a lot of people could relate to this.

And in response to your comment, I've been having a hard time writing lately. Not to say that I haven't been writing, it's just that I don't post it because, well, I think it's either really long and confusing or really pointless and boring.