Honey

I want words to pour out my mouth 

Before my mind interferes—

I want my heart to speak, 

Without critical ears to hear. 

I want to tell the truth, 

Without feeling remorse. 

I want to live my dreams 

Without someone telling me what it's worth;

I want to run 

Without feeling in my legs, 

Become one with the wind,

Drift and sway 

Till I’m in my mother’s arms again.

I want to start anew,

Live the life I belong to, 

Pour honey from my lips,

Feel seen for more than my mistakes,

And not for my hopeful wishes.

Let the honey pour 

Onto the pages I can’t seem to fill again.

Grab the neck of the pen—

Write the words my heart speaks,

But my hands lose in translation.