Taciturn

Taciturn

Tiny flower

I ask of you

is it meekness or weakness that makes a mind that can’t be spoken?

Perhaps I’m a little too docile

Living amongst the shadows of the giving tree

the urge to isolate myself from everyone and everything is real

Grackle Grackle

Pretty dainty black bird

Not quite a raven nor quite a crow

Still quite the songbird

And feathers with a glow

Grackle, Grackle

Tell me your life lessons

And everything you know

Secret🪽

Symphonic silence is the wall flower

The guardian angel whom watches from afar

Forever still

Quiet like soft snow

Invisible beneath breaths thin vail

…Do you see me?

It's kinda scary that sleeping on the wall while her friend is getting eaten by house centipede...