Disquiet

There’s chattering, whispering, snatches of convos and thoughts happening deep inside my soul

I don’t know what these whisperings are about but my spirit is unsettled

I can’t fine a thread or an open door to bumble my way to understanding

It’s all locked up deep inside but causing me disquiet all the same

I want these disquieting things to make themselves fully known this way I can pull them out one by one, examine and process

Only then will my soul be settled

Only then will my spirit know quiet.