Wallflowers divulge their secrets
only when you idle and listen
with the diligence
of a lighthouse keeper
and the patience of a mother
whose youngest learned
how to tell stories
but still knows nothing
about endings.
We will whisper our findings
because most lonely
souls feed
on subtle comforts,
and we must beg the Universe
to send careful lovers,
who understand
why introverts pretend
to enjoy distance
because it is sweeter than
social mayhem and
competition
— a revolving
chaos that always leaves
us feeling dreary
and wanting for
something only discovered
in forgotten corners,
so we grow there: wallflowers,
silent observers, experts
of all things left
unsaid.
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Sam Eliza Green
Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.
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I loved this. I loved the subtlety of it and the depth. Wallflowers are traditionally the forgotten and yet, there is something here of strength and patience which that reputation negates. I'd rather be a wallflower.