A study of the way children learn languages

Today I learnt of a little boy,
charred to bone, who said “I’m ok”
when help finally got to him.
After a point, what we feel can
no longer fit the bounds of language.
They say using words to tell stories
is the crown of evolution,
But what if all it does is arrest
what we are allowed to feel.
Like a mirror that warps to show
only what you are taught to see.
The heart grasps to find the right words
but they slip through these fingers,
too small to hold, too volatile to share
and ends up a fist — closed, still, resisting
unable to feel a single thing.