Quiet Storm

Maybe the reason I kept my mouth shut for so long was that I knew I’d scare people and maybe even myself with what would come out. Such strange and beautiful and consequential things want to slip from this tongue. Mysterious things with terrifying depth and long lasting reverberations. Maybe I stayed so quiet because people tend to run for cover when they hear thunder. And maybe keeping it all in for so long has made it more potent and even harder to define. It’s a problem, I know, but one that endless loving conversations between my heart and throat is slowly correcting. Maybe in time it won’t be me who needs to be scared. Maybe it’s people who are afraid of storms who better watch out.

©️ Cristen Writes