My head is full of words and yet I’m mute.
I cannot find a single word to say.
I’m overloaded, crashed, cannot compute,
It’s been an overwhelming kind of day.
Yet when my fingers find the keys and type,
The words begin to flow, and so I speak,
I’m silent, yet the words I find are right,
I find a little strength, and feel less weak.
And with that strength comes peace and feeling safe,
The day is over, though it was quite long,
And as I pour out words onto the page,
I’m thankful that I do not type them wrong.
I’m mute, and yet I have a lot to say.
I’m glad through writing I have found a way.