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It's loud

Still

Be still

I want so badly to hear the birds chirping

it's too loud

I count my breath

I get to three

I sometimes pause to take it all in

then a wave washes over me

it's too loud

I can see what I want within arms reach

still an arm away

I'm trying, but it's loud

I count my breath

I get to four.

◄ I'm Tired

Unwanted Hesitance ►

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