Be Still
BE STILL
My lips pursed, too much to say.
Emotions rise to mind like hot molten lava in a sealed volcano.
I implode and struggle to keep the walls of a raging inferno
from crumbling, from grumbling, from tumbling into the depths of a sea of irrevocable words.
The wise man keeps a still tongue?
Copyright © Candice Pujadas | Year Posted 2012
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