No more storms brewing in teacups

Moonlighting Scrivener

I used to make a whole lot of noise

And yet not be heard

Now I let my silence do the talking

Which may be understood or misunderstood

Or altogether differently construed

It’s a coin’s toss really

But either way

I walk out of it

With a head held high

And a steady breath

With peace and dignity

Outside and within

I’ve traded being considered right

For nonchalance

And in turn retain an inner balance

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