Clogged Head

The words I should have said

Were pounding like a hammer against my head

Every syllable and sound

Were taken from me somehow
And eventually my thoughts had to rest
‘Cause deep down I knew my silence was for the best
All the thinking and endless analyzing
Was driving me mad, that’s not surprising
Desensitized and almost indifferent
I had to find a way out of this mess
But there’s no escape from the things I meant
No running away from my truthfulness 
So help me God, put those words to sleep
If they must be left unsaid, don’t let them creep
Upon my peaceful dreams
Help me, Lord, my brain is clogged
It’s bursting at the seams

Author: Zeina

I'm a Lebanese translation and editing professional. I mother two adorable children, a 7-year-old hero on the spectrum and a 2-year-old princess just launched on her terrible two's! Juggling parenthood and a home-based freelance career is no easy task, especially for a (hopefully recovering) perfectionist. This is where all the writing and poetry come to my aid, as a source of inspiration, hope and emotional well-being. Poetry is the spark of creativity that ignites my rather mundane life. Spirituality is what keeps me focused on my purpose.

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