I was once shy to show inside myself
purposely prided myself
in leaving language locked
never navigating from mind to mouth

but now I'm currently conscious
of the choice to change ways
once thought impossible to perceive
much less achieve

it kills me, painfully regarding you
your face frustrated, completely confused
having no clue what to do
or how to remove
these misunderstandings

so I'm struggling to select syllables
that symbolically express
senses without success
wishing words came as easily
as we do in bed

and at last taking time to transform words
from abstract to matter-of-fact
and actively aware of each synapse
semantically structuring syntax

though the disappointment of misinterpretation
deceptively gets the best of me
sending heart-strings snapping
into sentimental shrapnel
but I've a penchant for picking up the pieces

because with each failure faltering
I fluently refuse to let it halter me
knowing it's worth the battle
continuing to climb
you, my Tower of Babel

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