The introvert
Don't look at me
Ok, day two of L.C. Schafer's daily prompts and 366 words spot on again. The point was to post the good and the bad regardless, so...
“Don’t look at me”, she said,
And he didn’t.
“Don’t notice me, don’t hear my voice,
I’d melt away if I had a choice.”
And he didn’t look,
And he didn’t hear,
And she faced down a greater fear
Than standing in the light.
A greater fear
Than being spotted walking by
Or thought aloof instead of shy.
She liked to be alone, she thought,
Only her noise in the room,
Her space as private as the womb
To not be buffeted by the whims of others.
To retreat, to burrow, to hold herself.
And yet she watched them passing by,
Into pubs and clubs, emerging high
On time spent resonating with another,
And she went home alone to cry.
For her fear that she would one day die
Alone, unwitnessed, unloved,
Was at war inside her breast
With her fear of turning from her nest.
So she ventured out to the edge of circles
Of vying raucous conversations.
She minded drinks in throbbing places
Filled with joyful, happy faces,
And hers felt tight and false and weary,
And getting home was sweet relief,
And only strengthened her belief
That she was meant to be alone.
And she tried to content herself with that.
Until one day at a social gathering,
She attended after too much badgering,
She saw a man.
She was not looking for a mate,
She did not think it was her fate,
But something about him called to her,
and took her breath away.
She watching him in his conversation,
How he gave his concentration,
And didn't look elsewhere.
How he laughed and looked concerned,
His collar bone, as he turned,
His face, his eyes, his smile.
She wanted to belong.
And yet she said "don't look at me",
And by some strange telepathy,
He didn't.
Until, as the end drew near,
She recalled her greater fear
And asked him if he'd liked his meal,
Then how they shared acquaintance.
And then they talked the night away,
His presence kept the world at bay,
A safe and warming dome.
And when he said "I'd like to see"
She said to him, "please, look at me",
And he became her home.
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Comments (16)
Oh my WOWS! This is magnificent writing!
Great story, I see some of me in there. This actually happens more than we think.
A lovely journey in poetic lines, I write every day so don;t think people will want me clogging up this challenge , LOL
What an incredible journey. You expressed so eloquently the way those of us who feel most comfortable within ourselves feel.
Awww, this was soooo sweet and lovely! I loved this so freaking much!
really enjoyed this, she overcame it in the end with the support of someone that really got her :) Love this poem
Oh, this is beautifully written!
Brillant poem Hannah! ❤️
Oh my, Hannah...didn't know you had it in you! Joke. This is great, very sweet and flows so effortlessly! Welll done!
This was lovely, Hannah, really put me into her head.
Lovely.
Hannah, great job! Loved this: "She was not looking for a mate, She did not think it was her fate, But something about him called to her, and took her breath away." Those dang pheromones...get us into all kinds of trouble, but beautiful when we find that "dome of warmth."
This is a sweet story that gives other introverts hope of finding at least one person to feel at home with. I love how well you capture the introvert’s number one fear and how conflicting it is with the introvert’s basic nature. (Being an introvert myself, I understand this struggle all too well.)
Lovely. Glad you are joining in and on a skiing holiday too. This was heartwarming.
Awwww that was sweet 😁❤
This is adorable!