Hi <br />My name is Stevie <br />and I hide behind type <br />because I am so shy. <br /> <br />I suffer diffidence. <br />So I started to write <br />And then I couldn't stop <br /> <br />The shyness steels my words. <br />Sense falls from broken string, <br />like helpless beads slipping <br /> <br />Unfastened anxiety. <br />A clumsy splattering <br />of awkward utterings. <br /> <br />So I deal in writing, <br />arrange the beads with zeal <br />and tie the bloody string <br /> <br />I don't know what I think <br />until I lay it down <br />in the comfort of ink.<br /><br />Stevie Taite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shy-33/
