People may perceive me as timid
A maiden that has been secluded
I know I'm perfectly incomplete
But I'm still working on my fleet,
Ready to sail when it's needed.

I'm fluent in anonymity and silence
kept the solemnity of my residence
my poem will scream what I can't
my pieces will be extravagant
Filled with my heart's essence.

I'll write untill it hurts no more
I'll scribe untill my hand is sore.
This extroverted world I'm in,
Books on shelf became my haven
spilling my thoughts,ink I shall pour.
© Ken Stanley