The sky depicts my inner thoughts as if it knows more than I care to share. A beautiful blue in hues yet intense with dark clouds and light. My silence becomes whispers, and the murmurs fight the roar as I choose to battle the storm within. My silence has become my roar. I’m not shy, anti-social, or stuck-up. I’m quiet, and my silence is not a weakness. My heart’s whisper is known to my soul.

Published by Belinda Gulley Bates

Hi, my name is Belinda. I am an Introvert/Silent Observer with untold stories waiting for a read. I enjoy people watching, reading, road trips, and writing. I smile, laugh, cry, and can be quite bashful when the opportunity presents itself. My mind runs a marathon that has yet to end, and I write to relax and release.

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