Unwritten

Empty paper,
yet so many words in my head.
All floating around, making sentences,
yet my hand won't move them to paper.
Maybe they're better left unsaid.
Maybe not.
But there's so much I'd like to say,
so much I'd like to write.
But I can't make my own hand move.
It's like I'm frozen.
Or without my own willpower.
I want to write,
need to write.
It will help clear my head,
make me think clearer.
But. I. Can't.
All the words floating in my head.
They'll never get a chance.
Maybe it's too personal.
Maybe it's a sign from God.
Maybe they're just better left unsaid.
It doesn't matte rthe reason.
Because no matter what,
They're still unwritten.