My Words

I borrowed the words of others
To face the truth
The unmistakable presence of reality
My tongue swirled, blurted out sounds

My eyes looked down, searched for nothing
The ears got a lot from all
I repeated what I heard
My sense was not constant
My fear was
What I saw, what I said, what I felt
Didn’t matter
For, he was not there
To watch, to feel, to hear

He was there
A month ago
I said what I said
Unpolished, raw, unleashed

My words.
Not borrowed.