Poetry

20/4/17

Anticipation sours the deep warm pit of my stomach

A tingle sounds in the back of my neck

My pulse is a dull thud below my lungs

I have done all that I can do

So I put my worries to rest

Closing my eyes,

If I can’t see them they won’t be there

I can fight again when I wake

-zu

Mary Anne Radmacher — ‘Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.’

 

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Poetry

Quiet is not…. – 14/4/17

When I say I am quiet

I don’t mean it’s loud in my head

I don’t mean I’m listening and remembering everything you say to use it for or against you one day 

I don’t mean I am a cyclone waiting to explode

I don’t mean quiet means I am shy please tell me I am not and have never seemed quiet to you

 

When I say I am quiet

I mean sitting in a dim light listening to the hum of nothing in my ears

I mean letting my thoughts swirl behind my eyes like soft mist from tea in the morning 

I mean please don’t expect me to talk for a while but don’t feel like my silence is unhealthy, I’m just recharging. 

When I say I am quiet

I mean I like to be quiet 

I mean my brain cannot stand to have so much noise for so much of the time 

-zu