Hushed: The Words of an Introvert [LiteratureCollection]

The Storm

At first, there was silence.

Not the silence of peace nor the silence of hesitation,

But a silence filled with tension, fear, and doubt.

And that was when the darkness seeped in,

Blinding me and paralyzing me,

Leaving me without direction or hope.

Slowly, the darkness built into a storm,

Raging and roaring,

Yet with flashes of brilliance that

Momentarily lit my way.

The syncopated strobes stimulated my senses,

The cogs of my cognizance churned

To words right upon the white,

Which caused the silence to fall,

And thus my poem appeared.