Treasure Island

Stevie Taite

(30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Shy


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.

Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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  • Aria Siren (4/23/2013 4:30:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (4/22/2013 8:08:00 AM)

    Ah, we all string words together and sit back wondering. I like your style. A good write (Report) Reply

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