No More Words

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Usually, inside her head,
there is a wealth of language;
words that tumble
unchecked and uninhibited
onto the page with the eagerness
and naivety of a wayward child;
most in joyous praise
some with regret and sadness
but always there is sincerity.

Today she has no words
she wishes to share;
none that make her tremble
with enthusiasm or pride;
today her thoughts are dark
tormented things.

Her words remain locked
like a genie in a bottle;
by a silence that
screws down the lid
on that effulgence
which once illuminated
her mind, her life.

It scares her.