Introverted Soul

Speak the unspeakable,
trying to breathe in,
trying to breathe out,
dividing iron doors.

Lips are closed and so are hearts,
nothing to connect,
anxious on the talking part,
socially inept.

In lack of words I try to smile
but smiles don't count as talk.
In lack of power I resign
but sighing counts as sad.

My mind is full of dreams and light,
too intimate to show.
My chest is full of hope and love,
a heart just full of glow.

And if the sea is calm
and there's no storm in sight,
not even one I fear,
not even one inside,
not even in my head.

The iron melts,
the thought comes through.
Start connecting brains.
My heart will stop anxiety,
fear so valid but not true.
I'd love to face society.
I'd love to break the chains.

I wrote this poem in march 2021.