INTROVERSION
This is an intro to my version of the story,
Don’t mistake it for an allegory
Because I am nestled in these words
Tucked in the curves of all the Cs, Ds, and Ss
You won’t have it guess if this is the truth.
See, it started in my youth.
Actually, it started in the womb
In which I was entombed and forced out into this world
Everyone thought I was just a shy little girl,
But honestly,
I just didn’t want to be bothered
Because I was too busy authoring stories in my mind
To find the time to socialize with everyone
And I could carry on for hours
Devoured by the inner workings of my brain
Insanely creating worlds that only I could live in
Refusing to give in to social norms.
I had different forms of pleasure
That I treasured more than fitting in
And making friends was never my top priority
As the majority of my time was spent on imagination
Mental creations of multilayered scenarios
From the ethereal to the very depths of darkness
There was a sharpness in me that had me always slightly on edge
Teetering on the ledge of fantasy and lucidness
Always presenting an elusiveness that kept everyone at bay
Wondering why God made me this way
I really began to hate my introversion
Found it disturbing that I wasn’t quite like everyone else
And I hated myself for being so strange
But I couldn’t seem to change who I was inside
No matter how hard I tried,
I still found the greatest joy in aloneness
So, I started to own this part of who I am
Stopped condemning myself for who I ought to be
And caring of what people thought of me
That’s when I found that I was free to live in harmony
You see,
I can be disarmingly charming when I’m not so packed into a box
And I finally got some social stock and capital
Realizing that actual friends love you, even when you’re "weird"
Your conscious can be clear because they love your quirks
They don’t think that you’re a jerk,
They “get” that you’re an introvert
And they learn to make it work,
Because that
That’s what friends do
Shoot, some of them are introverts too so they really understand
And don’t demand that you change they way that you were made
So I stopped being jaded about it.
No longer doubted that it was a gift from God
That I was odd, but blessed with creativity
The ability to create solar systems with words
I could craft a whole universe in my head alone
And that…
That’s a sign of the throne,
Because God created mankind in His own image
Who am I to pillage his creation with criticism?
Or have cynicism about how he has formed me
And transformed this personality for His glory
And this…
Well, this is just the intro to my version of the story.
Introversion
I said I would share a poem each week from my poetry month writing exercise. Although, I haven't stayed as on track with that was I would have liked, I have a couple of pieces that I have written that I feel positive about. I have actually been havinga terrible case of writer's block, so maybe revisting some successes will help to get me back on track. This one (see below), I actually performed at an event! It may change with time, but for now let me introduce:
