i stare
at my fingers
as they lightly dance
over my keyboard
forming thoughts
forming words
that express
what i feel right now
yet my lips remain close
as my cheeks quiver
as my eyes filled with tears

and my fingers
continue to dance
over my keyboard
creating rhymes
and metaphors
that tried to convey
what i wanted to say
though as indirect
and as discreet
as the shadow of death
standing behind me

and my fingers
still continue their dance
over my keyboard
unknowing
that their words
will be the object
of doubt
of spite
as hateful minds
with vengeful eyes
attempt to tear the words
to shreds

i tried to will
my fingers
to stop their dance
over my keyboard
but they plead
to continue dancing
for they know
as well as i
that their dance
is the only way
i tell the world
of my story

and now as my fingers
happily dance
over my keyboard
i tell the world
of my hope
my fears
my dreams
as my fingers
form coherent thoughts
and wonderful rhymes
and colorful metaphors

i smile