Movement to Seclusion

Rejection is the heart of renewal

I sing a song against the grain

I get pushed out into the rain

A tender heart may grow calluses to bloom

But when alone, empty sorrow fills the room

Mockery unheard is sleepless nights for days

Better still to push it all down in a haze

A simple poet, without pretense questions

All the things the life and Times forgot to mention

I leave you now, no better, no worse

Blame it on the introverted curse.

Next Chapter: Solitude