Wallflower

I believe it takes some more time than others to feel comfortable in their surroundings. Different personalities and all.

The first encounters are always the toughest. Thank you for your words Tim 🙏

Anxiety is no joke, especially when someone has experienced something traumatic in their past.  At least she went! There's that!  

And some people simply don't like crowds; they feel drained by them.  As long as she accepts how she is without blame, and works toward what she truly wants one step at a time, she will survive to tell a great tale and lead by example one day.

I am fortunate to have supportive people in my life, who also know what anxiety is like. This occasion was a great leap for me, but so worth it!

Your remarks are heart touching, thank you for your support Ahavati ❤️

Aching write ... then ... the perfect line break ... wonderful my poetess ...

Thank you LilD, through the ache I will still shine ✨

I warmed plenty of benches at school dances. Anxiety can be the gorgon's stare that leaves one petrified. As for the poem, it's rock solid with flow from start to finish.

Well said JohnnyBlaze, you come from a place of understanding. Thank you kindly.

I must echo all of the above and ad this:

Wallflowers come in a variety of species. Some open colorful petals hoping to attract notice while others keep their buds hidden, possibly for fear their hues will not be bright enough or their nectar sweet enough to be enjoyed. Yet, there is another, these are the ones that sit quietly, storing away the nutrients they gather simply by watching and listening.
These are the ones that later bloom into poets and poetesses, such as yourself, offering their vast reservoir of knowledge and observation engulfed within a multitude of radiant color and luxurious texture, possibly helping to nurture yet another growing wallflower.

Truly impressed with your presentation here.

Your remarks are absolutely touching Teri. I appreciate you taking the time, and I feel a new hope warmed from within ❤️ Thank you poetess.

This captures so well the human-ness of anxiety in certain social settings. Maybe she's an introvert in an extrovert's world.

Indeed Josh, an INTJ. I am ever approaching the limits of my comfort zone though, in hopes to grow and blossom.

I'm an INFP (at least I was 20 years ago when I did the Myers-Briggs). The test results were as about much "I" as you could get. I think I'm a bit more balanced now having developed an extrovert persona that handles being 'on stage' - but it's exhausting. I still recharge my batteries from solitude.

I think balance is the key to many things. Once I’m comfortable with people I can be quite bubbly, but I’m still an introvert at heart and need that solitude to recharge as well. You might be interested in reading the poetess AtoMikBomb’s poetry on these personality types, just a suggestion :)

Thanks for that - I'll check out AtoMikBomb's poetry.

Beautifully written. You captured the moment well. I can relate a lot.
Amazing! :)

Thank you Marina, these moments speak for themselves, if not only in poetry.

That last line... it captures the whole poem...

Painful, yet beautiful read!

That line is the epitome afterall. Thank you for reading me Duende.

Ah yes, the silver lining there of an empath. Thank you for sharing Melia.

I like what Teri, Josh and Melia had to say about your poem. I enjoy that it is real and vulnerable. I know what anxiety is like and you express it adroitly.

Daniel

Thank you kindly for your observations Daniel, and experiencing the feels on this one.

Blue.. anxiety is never easy.. it cuts to the bone.. you gotta be real to survive.. much respect..





Dave

So true, thank you much Dave!

Thank you, I think many people have been there.

Why thank you todski, I’ll take you up on that suggestion 🙏