Quiet

Posted on by Christiana Oladele Posted in Poetry

Quiet

I know what it sounds like

I know what it feels like

Sometimes I know what it tastes like

If I immerse myself in it

I can almost dance with it

I have loved it for too long

I have craved it for eons

I have wrapped it around me

As a cloak for ages

And already we are one

As one, I feel it’s depth

I feel it’s hollowness

For it has become mine also

I hear the echo of it

And I know it is my mind that echoes

And sometimes the songs that I sing

Bears that same echo

But now, there’s a storm in me

Disrupting the quiet

Crashing down the echoes of my mind

A raging storm that can’t be quiet

That can’t be stilled

It’s an Awakening

That refuses to be stopped.

– Chris!•

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P.S: you were probably expecting a continuation of my story, yeah? I know, I’m sorry. My brain is still trying to process and design everything, please bear with me. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. 😘💙🖤🖤🖤.

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