Words in the Stars

It seems that my words may never be freed,

though there is nothing else I more desperately need.

To let it all out in silent whispers and piercing screams

I yearn for every syllable to be it’s own radiating sunbeam.

I dream of declaring every thought that I think,

but each time I try my cheeks turn pink.

I may never see them float through the skies and dance with the stars,

oh, how I hope my words will go far.