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
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