Swirling in my lungs are the words I’ll never say.
I inhale the truth,
I exhale the pain.
The lump in my throat is reality too dry to swallow.
I inhale the memories,
and exhale a reverie.
The tears that I cry could flood the Earth and beyond,
but I inhale the calm.
I exhale and carry on.
My words shall stay bound to the tip of my tongue.
I inhale once more.
I exhale, then I’m gone.