Soundless

Withered up in hope
I pray for but one moment
when written words will reach you
and tell you how I feel,
Every word perfect,
Every feeling stressed,
to convey such emotions
I have hidden until now-
just waiting to bloom.

I would have touched the world for the first time
through such insignificant words,
written on brittle paper,
hoping it would have perhaps enlightened you,

But as the pen falls from me
Petal-words fade in the passage.
I become yet another flower
unable to move and tell you
all I’ve been meaning to say.

And yet,
such a relief from the burden
of such perfect words I write!
I am able for once
to uproot such words;
acting instead on such emotions
than planting them down all the time.
Soundless words no more am I.