Quiet

As a child,
I stood quiet.
In quietness,
I stood alone.
Misunderstood and nameless.
Present yet invisible.

In quietness,
I stood alone.
Wishing quietness to overthrow
For friendships to bestow.
To reveal to all my glow.

As I versed the quiet throes,
Painfully I stood alone.
Keeping my own company
Inside the shell that I called home.

Yet, in quietness I found secure
That nothing wrong shall be exposed
For ladden is the mouth
With gibberish whatnot
that shall’nt be disclosed

In quietness
the doors stood closed.
Their contents unbeknownst.
Their pathways shuttered and obscured.

Misunderstood in silence,
I misunderstood my silence.
Ages tell a wisdom
That quietness I chose.

For lovely to be lively,
In quietness I found repose.
And in shutting out the world
I no longer found remorse.

In the quietness
I found myself
Never to be alone.
For in the silence
I have grown
Quiet interesting
I dare say so!