I was feeling a little morose one day at work, and wrote down a free verse poem. It does have some structure, but no rhyme. I am going to try and find a picture that would go with the poem.
Quietness
There is a quietness inside me
maybe it is like depression.
I fear that word sometimes
afraid that maybe that's where I am.
In this life I am more of a watcher
not really jumping into the fire.
The fire that is this life
consuming, changing, confusing.
There is a quietness inside me
people mistake for wisdom.
When all I am is afraid to say
the right thing at the right time.
In this life I am one who watches
who takes pictures of beauty.
Beauty that lives in this world
living, loving, laughing.
There is a quietness in here
it is my peace of mind and soul.
My place where I pull back to escape
from the questions and challenges.
The questions that I ask everyday
knowing there are no right answers.
For the answers are not within me
fleeting, fleeing, feelings.
There is a quietness inside of me
that might be called depression.
I am afraid to call it that
for fear that I am really alone.
Alone in this world that never stops
until that day when fate plays your hand
The fate that silently awaits you
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