of words lost in hiding

I think of all the words written but unseen. I remember.
I see all the words written but unseen. I remember why.
I know all the words written but unseen. I remember why they're there.
I feel all the words written but unseen. I remember why they're there and not here.

Each one a fear. Each one a rage. Each one a reason. Each one a madness. Each one a tear. Each one a step.
Each one taken out and swallowed back in.

About the shell the ghost the shadows. About the never ever after. About the words you breathe in and the images you cry out. About the principles of dots. About the labels we wear.
Stories with elephants and giraffes. Stories of my dear almost never ever gonna happen. Short stories for people long gone.

You never fought for me. No one ever fought for me. Not even me.

I would burn my words and drown my thoughts if I thought it helped.
Now it is said. Not to you, but for me. So I can begin.