Writing your heart out

That’s what you want to do.
Write till it hurts.
Write till it stops hurting.
Write till the whole world
Finally says, “Okay, we get it now.”

But there’s so much that can go wrong.
Beware writing your heart out.
They’d rather you eat your heart
Than wear it on your sleeve.
Beware. Then write.

What’s Never Said

The monologue in my head
Goes on and on.
Even now. The words on the page
Are not the words in my head.
I know you both.
You urge each other on.
Like now
You both fight to be heard.
So is there a third voice
That never speaks?
One that simply sighs
Or holds its breath,
Until both voices