Language Of Poetry

Words struggle to get out of my mouth
I do not know why
Is it because of fear
Or the fact that I’m shy

But when I am alone
I start to speak
Much more on paper
My hands are ready
To craft

Each title
Each stanza
Each line
Each word

This is how I can connect
To the souls I find hard to utter
Speaking to the minds
Of those who are willing to listen