Introvert

 

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I’ll never be you,

confident, social, carefree.

No need to cure me.

Dyscalculia

 

Number-obsessed world,

you confuse, discourage, hurt

my confidence dies.

Shove me in your box,

I’m a circle, not a square

Where do I belong?

Trees…

I’m studying poetry in school this year, and I really like it!   I wanted to share one of the poems from my poetry book, because it inspired me.

It’s truly amazing how words can describe something so perfectly, like this tree.

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Joyce Kilmer

I think I shall never see

A poem as lovely as a tree.

 

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest 

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

 

A tree who looks at God all day, 

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

 

A tree that may in Summer wear,

 A nest of robins in her hair;

 

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

 

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.