In the throes of the darkest depression
when all the world is gone
and you sit there, on your sofa
feeling empty and scared and alone.
When the words in your heads, though evil,
are everything that you have!
You repeat them, a mantra to cling to
when all else makes you feel you are dead.
And you lift up your hand, hold it up now,
and you suddenly no longer know
what it’s called, that thing you are watching,
lack of words take you lower than low.
Now, this is just a rhyme, and a bad one
but I surely will never forget
that day, when I lost all my language
and exactly how lonely that felt.
Over at d’Verse Poets Pub yesterday’s MeetingTheBar – When Words Fail, brought me back to one of the worst moments of my life… That I, a word-lover and a scribbler, would no longer know the word ‘hand’ was terrifying. Even more so, though it might sound like bragging, since I am tri-lingual and the word hand is the same in all three languages… So, yes… Language isn’t everything, but try living without it, even for just a second, and then see how you feel.