Jul 27, 2021
1 min read
Inner Storm
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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