An Introvert Is a Sun
When there is nothing but blue for miles in the air
and I have the sky all to myself(as if I was its one true heir) is when I feel I am free to shine however I might want to shine.
Not that I can't enjoy a crowd of clouds as they go floating by.
I find myself shooting the breeze with them and enjoying it, while accumulating friends, getting out of my box and destroying it.
But all the while I'm drifting down and away because a soul like mine wasn't made to hang forever, even though I try to provide good days and be there during stormy weather.
So for them, before I go, I put on something of a show, painting the hues of my mood and my love for them against sky while wearily saying goodbye
(Because we all want something good for people to remember us by)
And slip away on the horizon into a sweet sea of solitude
Finding seclusion as a longed-for treasure buried deep within its depths
Returning my soul to a place where I know that it can rest
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
