Am I 

Am I

More happy, healthy

Because the words don’t flow?

I did not intend 

To mend distress

Where rhymes cannot reap or sow —

Yet words have not come to me

As softly, as necessary as breath

Since days before the breaking-storm

That scissored my aching chest. 

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