MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Tightly Shut’

What on Earth
Keeps me stuck
In my throat
Frozen


Keep up be quick
Others can speak
Only my voice
Unheard


Writing my feelings
Hidden behind
Curtains drawn tight
Blue


Sheepish grin
Facing the world
Unprepared
Shy


Nobody there
I am the one
Hurting no reason
Silent


When words appear
Under shallow breath
Who wants to hear
Sarcasm


Undealt with emotions
Riddled by trauma
Incoherently spit out
Crippled

Only my fingertips
Say how I feel
My mouth is tightly sealed
Empty


Puzzled self