Still Here

The stillness inside tried to get out to see what all the noise was about. Scouting doubt and loud voices to understand choices made by insecure over-sure grabbings for more that are knocking down doors to find something worth living for, or knocking on wood to bring something good better lift up your hood should you get caught in the dark. Voices from the park threatening violence cutting the silence to watch it bleed, heed the warning of the dark bite forming. This rumbling, swelling a foretelling of selling ourselves short, sold for less than we were bought.