Words, words, words
They never quite seem to make the jump from my brain to my mouth
The constant, running cycle
The nauseating, dizzying, star inducing cycle
Sometimes I can’t quite keep up
Fatigue consuming my body whole
Weakening my knees and dragging me to the ground
As I sink into the dirt, I wonder
“Is this all that’s left for me? Is this what’s meant for me?”
This can’t be all that’s left for me
This can’t be what’s meant for me
This can’t be what was destined for me!
Even if all I have left is this flesh and my name, there has to be more for me
This can’t be everything!
So I write, write, write until my fingers bleed
Hoping that the sorrow and pain will finally flow freely and uncontrolled
That I will finally know peace and be able to release these words from my brain
That eventually they’ll make that jump from my brain to my mouth
And until the breath leaves my body, I will write, write, write until I can’t anymore
And one day I will speak
Elikem’s Corner, a series of poems from our Editor-In-Chief, Elikem Thee Poet. These poems give insight to a piece of her world; her own lived experiences and the experiences of people around her.