i have never had a way with words

never have gotten my tongue used to articulating

unable to maneuver it around those words

never been able to connect thought to thought in a unconvoluted way

never been able to speak without mispronouncing one word and stumbling through the others.

 

if it turns out that every meaningful thought in the world has already been had, i would not be surprised

all my metaphors are trite

i’m grasping at straws to come up with anything original              

i wish my words could hold weight, could hold meaning

at this moment though, all i can come up with is paper thoughts

even if i did come up with something unique, noteworthy, perhaps personal

would i want to share my unstructured mess with a harsh, cruel, judging world?