A river overflowing ideas,
a being true and kind,
words flow like silk,
a principle-based mind.
I know disappointment too well,
sometimes help brings pain,
I feel I hurt too easily,
the practical seems so plain.
A true passion is burning,
energy churned into dedication,
seeing the best in all people,
harmony wrapped in every creation.
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The Quiet Club
PoetryThe extrovert ideal - The omnipresent belief that the ideal self is gregarious, alpha and comfortable in the spotlight. But how can you be those things if you're not wired to do so? Take a look through the eyes of those deemed "quiet" or "shy" as th...
