It's quiet Slow like molasses I hear the children in the background and the church bells ringing I love but I still hurt, this low hollow ache of undigested agony I covered it with a smile but it still overcomes me I am like an ocean Typically calm and serene with little bursts of waves touching people's feet But storms come unexpectedly a turbulence that I don't think I can withstand I am like a light house standing strong on the rocky ground As violent waves crash over me It's quiet now But the waves ache deep within I'm wary of awakening them And waking my self up to my unease I just don't want to think anymore Because I'm scared of crashing down Just need to listen now and try to love despite my wounds.