I’ve been thirsting to talk
for so long all my stories
choke in my throat. I am
speechless; it is not rare.

Speech was never my best
quality. So lend me your
ear, only so I can lean my
lips beside it. Lend me your
pitch because mine is pinched
and numb with in mouth.

Listen to me. I need to know
there is something worth the
weight on tongue. I need to know
there is a purpose to this act.

Faith alone, is not enough.