Words, bottled up inside for so long, leak
slowly; where once they flowed from fingertips
to key, through ink and pencil to paper,
they drip in syllables meant for someone
unnamed, unseen, beyond the barricade.

She has transitioned from young to younger,
back to that time when she formed her views
love and life – life and love – reality;
to rethink where she has been, where she was,
find the path forward to where she is now.

Her hands skim blank pages, stroke all the keys
looking for the release, her thoughts ready…
hesitantly, she writes without regard
to questions and fear, her passion returned.