Falling very quiet and still inside, finding a silent
knowing, voicing it's opinion, leaving me wondering
curiously why?
Giving a foreboding feeling, an uncomfortable one,
gnawing at emotions within, sensing something not being
spoken directly and honestly.
Bringing about doubt and apprehension at what may be
the reason, capturing ideas, pondering, accepting then
rejecting them in turn.
Falling quietly and still inside, finding the silence
has grown more than before and has mysteriously taken
hold of me interiorly.
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