Quiet

I should lie down
And live as quiet

As a mirror.
I reach for tender mercies

To find the air
Raging with fire.

I set the sky ablaze
With my fiery hands.

Birds fly like leaves
Through the sky

As I find it broken
And without.

Soot lingers on the grey
Ground as the fire

Burns the center
Of my pain.

Dawnell Harrison


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