Words

My words are stuck on my tongue, in my fingers, in my head. They are tied together in knots. They don't fit with eachother or in between one another. They are starved and afraid. They are unwritten.
How long has it been since I caved into my urge to write? It's been so long since I fed the caged words in my soul. I feel guilty, like a theif, for stealing their potential. I feel muderous for denying them life. I hope they will forgive me. I hope they can escape. I would give them the key to unlock their cage, but I can't find the time.
I know why the caged word doesn't sing, it is too busy crying. It sulks in its neglect. My words are abandoned. I hope they don't forget me. I hope they embrace me once I find them. I have stifled my words too long. I vow to work out the knots, to detangle the curls and bends, feed my soul and set them free. Soon enough, these words will sing again, soon enough.