Introverted; Alone
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I was a kid with fear residing inside me,
My biggest fear was my grandma.
Mostly children love their grandma,
But I hated her & was afraid of her,
And my biggest worry was to face her.
I'm a whisper of the wind
The poetry in motion
The fluid from a pen
That's lights up when I'm flowing
A bubble blowing Ballston Spa poet
A walking paradox
Talking to myself a lot
Inward, outward, forward step.
One inch, another, and stop.
Look around;
Outward.
Everyone lives outward. They protrude
Out from themselves,
Each of them comforted by the outwardness.
Let them be loud
always speaking their minds
repeating what everyone else says.
Talking nonsense just so others
can hear them
There’s a peace I’ve come to know
When the noise all fades away
There’s a rescue for my soul
That shows me I’m still safe
Wherever I may be
When people say goodbye
