quiet, there’s a storm brewing

sitting still
it seems
but with quivers
they can’t see
deep inside
calling me
I’m never this quiet
a storm’s brewing
grabbing with both hands
a chance to speak
all that’s left
from decades
of stifled intent
some words will be ethereal
and some will really bruise
but it’s all coming out
it’s all coming soon

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