How do I start?
Difficulty surpasses lips
Nothing to say
While others have plenty
My keyboard, paper and pencil
Have more of a mouth than my own
There is no sky in my mind;
My limits are marked by emotions

How do I start?
Lost for words even in the midst of the known
My life is marked by taciturn body language
It is not easy to show efficacy
In a battle on foreign territory

How do I start?
In the atmosphere of prodigies
With lips that know not the meaning of “párate”
With quicksand as my timer
And only a tattered rope to pull myself out

I am not the same as my socially built
counterparts
Yet I suppose I should have known that ….

Though I wish it wasn't true