Introvert
People chip and tear at my cocoon of peace.
Sometimes I need to simply sit alone and mend it
Then enjoy its protection
and swim alone in its depths.
There are few things
I gladly let tear away at my shell
leaving me emotionally bare.
But on stage
in a large theater,
an imaginary force
lets me be anything.
Until I disappear
behind the enormous, cloaking, comforting curtains.
This poem is about:
Me