Quiet hands don’t tap the desk
quiet hands don’t flap
quiet hands cause no problems
quiet hands hide in your lap
quiet mouths say “fine,” “I’m sorry,” “my bad”
quiet mouths swallow back the sensory overload
quiet mouths burn bridges with screaming minds
quiet hearts cower under thrown stones
but quiet hearts find courage
quiet hearts poke up like seedlings
quiet roots grow
and rip up sidewalk stones
screaming minds find new routes around
whispering tongues
quiet hands tap words
quiet hands dance
quiet hands uncover and discover
those quiet hearts
blooming beneath the city’s curse
these quiet hands
write the cure.
Jordyn Saelor 