Rigid

I never really know what to say
How to say it, how to get the heavy
Vowels and consonants off my tired tongue
In an equal attitude
And no matter how much I plan it
No matter how much I scoop my hands
Through seemingly silky waters
Words become rigid
As they roll hopelessly
Out of my cardboard mouth

I want to be clean and straightforward
Clear and understandable
But I always seem to come out as
A jagged line or illegible handwriting
My mumbled words and thoughts
That lay behind my paper thin skull
Stand still like secrets
In whispering houses under the moon
And they beg to be let out

I only wish I could speak as easily as I write
Because words have much more meaning
When they are finally let out of cages
Made of paper and pen

- Nirmohi