Did you know I wanted to talk

Every little thing is still sensitive. Yes I act cleared but some little bumps in the road make me drift back.

A deadened halt that screeches in my ears and deep into my spirit. Yet you didn't know that.  You couldn't  possibly have known that.

Yet the steps I have taken to be bold are sketchy in some areas. Still walking on broken glass.

So the mind is clear but the memories still shake. So the time of excitement was there,  joy even stood tall but I was still breaking.

I didn't say a word and now I cannot say any at all. So silence is there unless it is broken.

One more day to try to push back. Though the face is red and trying to comprehend things the feelings drag me to the bottom.

Friends won't understand me. They just nod and agree, as they are trained to do. Yet be bold and dare yourself to wonder why I have spoken.

Perhaps I am scared to take first steps again.

And yet I don't think you want to talk to me.

So I just go on.

Sucking it up and holding my head up.

Hoping.