The Words Unspoken…

Words ricochet inside my head

of all the things I should have said:

the “thank-yous” that lie half-composed

caught up inside of life, transposed.

I stare off into space instead

and chase the words inside my head—

What do I say to family,

and strangers who have carried me…

for kindness shared, for love they’ve shown,

reminding I am not alone?

The words remain inside my head—

resisting form, are left unsaid. 

We’ve struggled under life’s demands

 —seems nothing ever goes as planned,

with all the words I might have said

  preserved unspoken in my head.

©  Ginny Brannan 2015