Quiet

Fri, 09/11/2015 - 11:53 -- k8carr

Quiet?

 

Am I?

 

I am a proud whirlwind,

Of confidence and fear,

Tearing across a neat little house.

 

Quiet?

 

I am a roar of questions,

Pounding against a single door,

Refusing to let anyone out.

 

Quiet?

 

I am a story to tell caught up in it's making,

Waiting for the finish,

To let it truly be heard.

 

Quiet?

 

I am a bundle of tears,

Chaotic and radical,

Crashing in on itself.

 

Quiet?

 

I am.

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