Why do my words grow jumbled

in the restless, reeling contours

of my head?

In my mind's eye,

I always practice what I'll say;

and it comes out of my mouth

trails off my lips

sharper than I intended.

But I've learned throughout

the duration of my lifetime,

things should no go unsaid

they should be clarified.

People draw strength from words

words carry weight

words are fire and brimstone

inciting rebellions

crafting movements

revolutions

and yet my own words

remain trapped within the thick recesses

of my skull

not to ever be heard

until the unforesseable future