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In the eye

February 7, 2016

She sat quietly

as the shouting swirled around her,

the syllables and decibels

skirmishing and clashing

in a cyclone of fearful words

hiding behind violence,

pretending to be angry.


she thought,

if she sat very, very still,

nobody would notice her.

But her stillness

only served to incite the

panicked demands of fear.

What have you to say for yourself? 

it thundered,

the roar rattling her chest.

She turned a steady eye

to the storm and

realized that the hem of

her robe of peace was wide enough

for any seeking its shelter,

but far too small to suffocate

the enraged screams of a tempest

being terrorized by love.




One Comment leave one →
  1. February 7, 2016 8:50 am

    Drop mic and walk away…

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