Finding the words
What I would give to be bilingual;
to be fluent in both English and my soul
and be able to translate one into the other
so people might understand what I mean
when I say I need this for the moments
I want to be strong but can only manage weak.
I would love to be able to send the hardest heart
to it’s knees and leave it to it’s tears
and that feeling that only comes from
complete conviction; the one that feels
like finally finding the word that was
hiding on the tip of your tongue.
I’m the kind of girl who believes that
God wouldn’t have given me this talent
if I weren’t supposed to use it and I mean to.
But I’m in my own way, tripping over my own
fingers, stumbling over my own words.
I would love to change the world or,
at least, a life with these thoughts of mine
and maybe I can but, if that’s the case
I’ll need someone to show me where
I can find the courage to do so.
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