This was included in The Paperbook Collective which welcomes poems, stories, photos and art from around the globe. You may want to check it out.
http://jaydeashe.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/the-paperbook-collective-issue-two_2013.pdf
My quiet self likes
Music most
And pots of tea
And buttered toast.
She likes to curl up
With a book
And chocolate
And take a look
At worlds created
By another,
On the pages
Writ by author.
She loves to play
Around with words
Archaic ones
And ones absurd.
She loves to giggle
At her thoughts
And loves to love.
She loves that lots.
My other self,
The one that’s loud
Is garrulous
And far too proud
Of little things
That folk delight in,
Her entertainment
Is, to quiet, frightening.
Quiet tries
To loud ignore
For really
She is quite a bore.
They both reside
Within my heart.
I’ve tried but
They won’t come apart.
The quiet one
Shakes her head, at times
With embarrassment
At the loud one’s signs
Of being found out
As a fraud.
Too loud then
Pleading to her God
To quell the stupid
Voice that fears,
Resists all closeness
Except those dear
And shuns
The world –
While laughing.
Quiet one
Just sighs.
The quiet thus
Embraced humanity
To rescue fear,
Imminent insanity.
Henceforth,
They must co-exist
To save myself
From the abyss.
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