Writing

The gift of gab you gave to me
yet this gift I’ve not used fully.

My voice and it’s sound,
you’ve made so profound.
Yet I hardly speak
those kind words you heed.

At times I curse
and in those words I immerse.
Other times I scold,
how did I ever get so bold?

So I decided my mouth I’ll shut.
This decision may seem rather abrupt.

You then showed me a better way;
to fully express my inner dismay.

In retrospect to speaking
I now indulge in writing.

Another channel of expression,
a step away from delusion.

While speaking exudes bad illusions,
writing exhibits great discretion.

Don't Speak,
TGND