Shy Poem by Stevie Taite

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.