sometimes
i just can't speak
...freezing my tongue
and my heart...
life stops for me, just for a second.
...but then you resume speaking, as if there were no pause
some one else comes in
and rescues my tongue
it thaws
i speak again
but it's not me
and you look at me
just slightly perplexed
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Obviously, this is not even close to being a great piece of poetry. It is just a moment of time, that gives expression to how it feels to be switching between parts in my body. I have lost time countless times - I barely remember half of my life.
My childhood, my adolescence, large parts of my adult life, are vanished. Held by parts that may or may not give them back to me; for very good reasons.