Shift Key

Clustering the jumble of my thoughts

Long held captive

In a heart afraid to tell

By a mind too judgmental

Of the writer who just was not good enough

Feeling the shift

In my head

In my gut

Through my pen

Moving, sliding, traveling in circles

Along the once blank paper

Finding myself

Hesitantly, tentatively

Then courageously

Extricating what’s hidden

Exposing what is forbidden

And the words spill out

My mind speaks up

My heart gushes

And there on paper is me