Inner Storm

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I sit
Quietly
Properly
Stoically
Hands folded

While inside my head
The storm raged on
My soul screams
My psyche sobs

I hush her raging cacophony
Pat her on the head
Tell her to go to her corner

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Writer and university professor researching media psych, generational studies, human and animal rights, and the intersection of art and psychology

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Writer and university professor researching media psych, generational studies, human and animal rights, and the intersection of art and psychology

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