The Quiet Storm
I feel it all.. the highs, the lows..
The silent grief that never shows.
I smile like I’ve not seen the fire..
But flames still flicker beneath the wire.
I play it cool, a practiced game..
While inside burns a nameless flame.
A storm of thoughts, both sharp and deep..
That churns beneath what looks like sleep.
I’ve danced through hell at a steady pace..
And wore the ashes on my face.
I hinder battles with all my might..
And still, I choose to walk in light.
I don’t just sense.. I see intent..
The words unsaid, the energy spent.
I watch the shift in subtle air..
And feel deceit before it’s there.
A sponge for pain that isn’t mine..
Yet I stay silent, calm, benign.
I carry weight that none can see..
But never let it bury me.
I know the dark, I’ve been its guest..
And laid my head upon its chest.
It whispered truths that left me raw..
But I arose, and still chose more.
So if you think I’m just composed..
A heart untouched, a mind that's closed..
Know this.. I’ve weathered storms unknown..
And built my strength whilst being alone.
I read the room, I feel the spin..
I know the war that hides within.
Yet still I lead with courage, not spite..
A quiet storm that walks in light.
Copyright © Derani Blackburn | Year Posted 2025
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