He couldn’t find the words
to speak about his illness
or find the right people
to say them to.

She couldn’t find a way
to express
how upset she was
or people
she trusted
would understand.

He gazed out the window,
his concerns remained
unspoken
and others didn’t seem
to notice
or care.

There are no words
to express
the struggle
of getting up each day
she thought to herself.

Bob had plenty of words
to tell his stories
over coffee
in the basement
of a local church,
but only used
his first name.

Her confusion grew
every morning
when the new nurse
took her
into a new room
that she couldn’t remember
having been in
yesterday.

A small flower
struggled up
from the cracks in the concrete
as the hurried man
stopped to notice.