Words

The English language to me
Is something deadly and scary
As words start to breathe
Shackles are thrown intensely

I crumble to my knees
The words hovering over me
Watching as I waste my energy
I’m not escaping these

I start to plea to be freed
The words beginning to constrict me
I’m losing the ability to breath
I hear you don’t need these

Something new in me stands out
I find the words soothing and calming
There is a control and its enticing
Could this be the real me