Guess what?!? THIS POST IS THIS BLOG'S 200th POST!!! WOOT WOOT!!! [insert much fanfare, including bagpipes, which always make me cry... so maybe since this is a celebration, we should have Guatemalan marimba music instead...]
The following poem on introvert psyche comes from the brilliant mind of Hannah Harvey, authored May 19 2014, and was generously contributed as a guest post to this blog.
The following poem on introvert psyche comes from the brilliant mind of Hannah Harvey, authored May 19 2014, and was generously contributed as a guest post to this blog.
Caged
Shy?
Me?
No.
Not
shy. Not quiet.
Just
reserved.
This
unjust treatment to the introverted population cannot be so deserved.
It
is as if all introverts are made of the same blank canvas.
To
think they are simply antisocial is madness.
They
are more than bookworms, having greater intelligence
And
their few words hold a refined eloquence.
The
pressure to become an extrovert is great
Yet
it is not always so easy to communicate
When
so many scorn for suddenly changing your identity.
They
think they know you better than yourself when in fact you are an entity—
A
being entirely independent from the rest of society—
And
natural instinct still has a longing for acceptance and propriety.
The expectations
for those who prefer to contemplate
Form
a cage from which they cannot escape.
The neglect
of the extroverts to lend a hand
Or to
rescue the poor in popularity by taking a stand
Is
so strong, even if they are unaware
That
opposite actions could answer a prayer.
That
single prayer asks for a friend
That
will, through loyalty, a broken heart mend.
And
now, a simple request—do not overlook the silent.
And
watch as their faces turn vibrant.
For the
Unvoiced have not a hushed wish to be left alone,
