First Words

Sometimes words pour out –

Unconsciously

Makes me wonder

Do they even belong to me?

Are they ever really mine?

I suppose this is the part

Where I insert another rhyme

Collecting information in

The basin of my mind

But what happens when these words

Run dry –

No more supply

 

Of no use to you – a shell of a person

Is all you leave behind

A single tear

streams down a hollowed cheek

In the wake of your surmise

Sound escapes between my lips

reverberates

through the room with every line

and lands in your astonished ears

 

And right then it dawned on me

For the very first time…

Yes, I believe those words were mine.

 

 

 

©️ Mena B. 2018

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