Poem: Dull Tongue – 15/09/20

I must move on, my tongue, dull and tired, can no longer remain clipped. I must move forth, in realising I am deserving of much more. I must step forward, understanding that I am worthy, I am priceless, I must go on, because I am strong, I am wise, and I must exercise this intelligence. For many hours, I sat here bubbling and brewing, [...]