my fingers itch to tap the keys
that explain my thoughts in written words.
i cannot let my emotion vent that way again.
no longer will my truth confront you on the screen.
no longer will you see my words and cringe.
i wish instead to really talk.
to let my new voice carry my new truth.
to be sure that you understand.
to be sure that i don't mess up again.
yet you resist that as well.
and my truth is again pent up.
seeping through my tired fingers.
i must resist the urge to fill the blankness with my rambling.