Can’t is a terrible word. It climbs up my throat and jumps out of my mouth, but doesn’t leave.
Stop me, block me, push me farther into myself.
Pull me away from the world. Allow me to hide.
Can’t is always followed by a lie, an imaginary excuse to justify.
Can is the word that lingers in my eyes, not quite reaching my tongue. Yes I Can. It’s what I see.
No I Can’t. It’s what I say.
Another word that must be banished. My list fills up with words that let me cry myself to sleep every night.
Oh if only you knew that when I say Can’t I really mean Can, but I am too afraid.
Can’t
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