Freeing Fingers

Frightfuly, slowly, gently
my fingers find the keys,
formulating words in an
ATTEMPT
to free the mind of thought.

Trepidation, Fear, Anguish
delay the steady process;
fantom images within
ATTEMPT
to remain within.

Resuming quickly, surely, and confidently,
INSUBORDINATELY
my fingers abandon norm in pursuit of
ILLUMINATION.

SUBERVIENT no longer
to self DOUBT, they dance through the letters,
CAUTIOUSLY divulging what they've been WRONGFULLY
denied.

TAUNTING, deviating, MEDITATING,
the words emerge full of meaning and no spite;
Fingers, don't fail me now -
SPEAK FREELY:
 no one can hear you.

And if you're heard? Oh that fear of being known!
ACKNOLEDGE, APPROVE AND REPRISE
that skill of story telling using
FACTS to INFORM rather than
MISLEAD.

FEAR Not DESPAIR,
the spell has been broken;
through these inactive, INARTICULATE fingers
I've regained CONTROL.

Likely to be called an idiot or perhaps even illetarate
my fingeres disregard these thoughts and continue to splurge;
GRATIFIED in their efforts,
fingers, GENTLEMEN that you are, shall remain
quiet now that they've said so much.