Hi
My name is Stevie
and I hide behind type
because I am so shy.
I suffer diffidence.
So I started to write
And then I couldn't stop
The shyness steels my words.
Sense falls from broken string,
like helpless beads slipping
Unfastened anxiety.
A clumsy splattering
of awkward utterings.
So I deal in writing,
arrange the beads with zeal
and tie the bloody string
I don't know what I think
until I lay it down
in the comfort of ink.
Ah, we all string words together and sit back wondering. I like your style. A good write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Awesome job Stevie! I can totally agree with this poem. My mouth doesn't seem to work unless it is stuttering something out or stuffed with my foot. Writing gives me the chance to say what I need to.