Just-A-Stick

Quiet

I sit in my corner

In the quiet.

I breathe.

I feel.

I exist.

I write.

My words

Flow in the silence.

The feeling is magical.

I can understand.

I simply can’t write fast enough.

My brain is a flurry of emotions and feelings.

I understand them.

I process them.

I know where they come from,

What they do.

I pour them out on paper,

They flood from my heart, into my pen, 

And onto the page.

Swirling, like my thoughts.

A cascade, impossible to dam,

Flows from my mind.

I soon must return,

To my silence,

But it will be peaceful, 

I know that I have an outlet.

A place where I can spew my thoughts,

Words,

Feelings.

Yes, it’s messy.

Yes, it’s not perfect-

Far from it, in fact!

But it’s mine.

I own the words

I own the quiet.

I am master here, in my safe space.

Where

All

Is

Quiet.

~ Stick 12-28-23