swallowed

is it a blockage of words?

i can’t tell

or an absence of them.

for the last week,

i’ve felt like i’ve had some

things to say,

but the timing’s

never right-

even now, with

a piercing headache,

a sore shoulder,

a throbbing ankle,

a bitter mind- the news again

and this heart:

uncertain

directionless

and bored.

might have been: these words

better swallowed, reconsidered

and ignored.

but then again,

even when there’s nothing,

there’s always something.