I was just a girl
With a whole lot to say
But lips sewn tightly shut.
You gave me a pen
And a scrape of waste paper
And the stitches fell away.
Words flew
Bled
And oozed
Across the dirty, stained page.
By the time I was done
I was undone.
As I watched every surface
Slowly overrun with scribbles
I allowed myself to smile.
For I was just a girl
With a whole lot to say
But lips sewn tightly shut
Yet, till the time I have words
At my mercy
I’ll always find a way.
