silenced

what can I say

how can I say it

when you look at me

such intensity

forever silencing me

Words. They have been my friend, my love, my companion. All my life they have been close and dear to me. Spoken word has been my tool of choice. And I have embraced it, loved it back. I was called a noise-maker in primary school simply because I chose to share my love for words with anyone who cared to listen. Even those who didn't care to were nonetheless privy to my love. I cannot begin to count the number of times I wiggled out of physical confrontations using just words. Talked my way out of fights by merely exerting myself verbally, scaring even the most impressive antagonists into submission. Proving that the threat of violence more often than not can be more potent that violence itself. Words. How dearly I love them. So much so that I fell in love with written word (if such a thing exists). Whenever I am not verbally entwined with words, I am jotting them down and admiring the outcome. Words were and are still my way of letting the world in. Into my heart, into my soul, into my head. Opening up the abyss that is me to everyone else. Never have I been at a lose of words, never! Until now... Which is very concerning to me. See ever since I met her, I have been unable to use the one super power I have, my beautiful words. Now every time I am around her, I find that I am speechless.