A-Z Challenge

For the A-Z challenge, we decided to post a new and original poem every day (yipes!)  Today, Juliet tackles the letter Q.

Quiet

A long time ago

And this is something I know is true, but

Can no longer conjure the feeling of

I hated quiet

I played music to cover up its aggressive

Reminder of loneliness

Talked on the phone for hours

Rather than acknowledge its

Sullen presence

Arms folded across its knees in the corner

First impressions have never been my strength

I believed that Robin was a snob, Shari too sly

And Leslie so fierce that she might sting

They are all my finest friends now

Sisters who assemble all of these traits into something

Whose light I am lucky to stand in

Dazzling, brilliant, powerful

This is also true of quiet

Dear Quiet,

My initial judgment of you was harsh

I thought you made up of glinting hooks

Brutal barbs

But your needles keep the intruders away

And I am so grateful for your protection

Forgive me

Come sit with me

Share a cold glass of vodka or read a book on my bed

Let me unwind in your temperate embrace

I promise to be a better friend

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