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Do I feel it, this quiet pulsing under my skin? Yes, I can sense the strong trickle of blood warm and steady in my veins when I put the tip of my fingers lightly against each other. Yes, I feel like a stretched web where my heart beats teetering every cord.
I laugh inwardly when they unceremoniously comment that I am demure, quiet, or shy. I instantly become a pond, and I swallow their words like pebbles momentarily breaking my surface. I let them squint at my watery exterior and think that the bottom is dark and empty. They won't see the core sighing with life between my chest and back. When I move my head sideways, I can hear the rush of ocean in my ear, but they can't. They are unaware that gilded images play on my irises under my closed eyelids every night.
When did being quiet become a shame?
I laugh inwardly when they unceremoniously comment that I am demure, quiet, or shy. I instantly become a pond, and I swallow their words like pebbles momentarily breaking my surface. I let them squint at my watery exterior and think that the bottom is dark and empty. They won't see the core sighing with life between my chest and back. When I move my head sideways, I can hear the rush of ocean in my ear, but they can't. They are unaware that gilded images play on my irises under my closed eyelids every night.
When did being quiet become a shame?
2 comments:
I love being Quite!
for me being Quite saves me from dealing with more problems!
once i start talking i def will hurt peeps and make em regret doing wrong to me..
so in other words, feel good about it!
no? :)
Maher: I agree, but that does not stop me from talking to the people I know, love, and trust. There will always be a part of me that no one will know about, but I try to share as much as I can with the people I care for.
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