If I could speak the words I write with ease
Extract the fluidity from my pen
To grace my lips with understanding, then
Perhaps instead of anger, I would please
If only my tongue could report my war
Killing both the damned and the blessed
Battle after battle fought in my breast
Yet my silence only stains the field more
Each move the plot makes across the white page
Is at my command without any strife
Why do my words not do the same in life?
I’m no playwright, but an actor on stage
Now subject to the role written for me
If only I could rewrite destiny!
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.