Wednesday Writing Group (Poem)

There was noise. So much noise.

Multiple conversations occurring at once.

Street construction banging into the walls.

Bright skies with bright sun. People wearing even brighter clothing.

I tried to listen with the focus of my breath.

Myriad sounds clanging into one another.

Important words disappearing into the general roar.

Kaleidoscopic images outside the window joining the chaotic affray.

I briefly spoke then broke in frustration, fleeing to find some silent gray redoubt.

I do not have a good loud voice. My hands can randomly shake.

Sometimes I must leave. Sometimes I must be rude. Sometimes.