The First Word Poem by ashok jadhav

The breath is heavy, trembling on my tongue,
A secret held too long beneath the chest.
The silence shatters as the words take flight,
And every corner seems to lean and listen.
I see the startled glance, the pause, the weight,
The shift that comes when hidden truth is known.
Relief and fear collide within my chest,
As if the act of speech itself unbinds.
The past I carried, folded in my ribs,
Now rises, open, raw against the light.
No undoing follows what has been released,
Yet honesty, though sharp, becomes its own.
In speaking, I have shaken all I knew,
Yet find a space to breathe beneath the sound.
The confession lives, a small and trembling flame,
Illuminating both the wound and me.