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An Introvert’s Poem on Solitude
“Inside myself is a place where I live all alone, and that’s where I renew my springs that never dry up.” — Pearl Buck
Alone by choice, but never lonely by choice,
I swing in the distance of the pendulum,
forcing my thoughts to sway alongside the Earth’s beat
while my body follows suit,
dancing the night away in spirit and mind
as I gaze upon the night skies that illuminate my truth —
I want to be left the fuck alone.
I like the safety of my cage in which I define,
but people keep trying to unlock it,
as if I were a bird wanting to be released into chaos,
yet the cage is my release,
in which I flap my wings to the humdrum of my mind,
contorting the cage as I see fit, to match my truth —
I want to be left the fuck alone.
I sometimes hide myself from others and even, from myself,
and I won’t deny the feelings of anxiety
that arise when I’m surrounded by people;
even the good people try to take my precious waters,
nearly depleting my springs for all they have…
