Finally Understood

My words are unspoken

Yet you hear them like the tweet of a bird.

Annoyingly constant,

But never loud enough

To truly hear.

My eyes begin to close,

As the words flow onto paper.

The paper becoming water

Running into a river.

The fish swim into my words

And learn to read.

They send my message

To the ocean,

Making sure everyone can hear.

Yet they’ll never truly understand

The fear I have when I write.

What will I say?

What words will run out of me

Before hitting the finish line?

Will anyone understand

Completely?

This question that I yearned to have answered

Was asked aloud.

And my words

That were once on paper,

That swam with fish in a river,

Was read everywhere in the ocean,

And ran the marathon, crossed the finish line

Tweeted back to me

As a bird.

Annoyingly constant,

And finally loud enough to hear.

Your words were understood

Said the bird.

Your voice was finally heard

Said the fish.

A new breath can finally be taken

Said the river.

Your words can again be written

Said my paper.

And my pen struck paper

Like lighting in the sky.

Only a flash,

Yet echoed on and on.

I am the writer

I have the words,

I am the voice

Of my own life.

And whether you understand my story

Or not,

I will still write

Until I am finally

Understood.