The Space of a Breath

The space of a breath
Is hardly enough
To spew out
The whirlpool
Of words
Swirling within me,
All the syllables,
Meters, measures,
Rhythms and rhymes
Beating their
Butterfly wings
Against my ribcage,
Fluttering, yearning,
Aching for
Freedom…
But the space of a breath
Is not enough
To open up
Their dungeon doors,
To throw aside
The reservations
Blocking my
Expressions from
Realization gained
In gazing on the
Light of day
In the form of
Inky words scrawled across
Crumpled notebook paper…
But the space of a breath
Is not enough
To set them free.

I’m sorry.