Quiet Voltage

There's a spark in the silence before I speak. Like a match struck deep where

the shadows sleep. I don't own it. No one moves through me like

a river flowing into the sea. Build my walls out of fear

and doubt. Something hums from the inside out. I've been hollow like an hourglass

without sand. Seeking strength in my outstretched hands. I don't chase the thunder or

run from the light. They crash on me in the darkest of night.

There's a quiet voltage under my skin. A steady fire I don't have

to defend. When I'm empty, it fills the space. When I fall,