Ode To Introverts

She sits with her books

Huddled in small nooks

Cuddled in blankets

Her friends list blankest

She causes no waves

No ripples to stave

Her world in novels

Her mindscape models

Her literature

Her literal cure

For all that ails her

Her escape for sure

Comfort in silence

Since a baby hence.

She has worlds inside

She waits to decide

For someone worthy

A knight to save thee

Chivalrous he’ll be

But locked away

In her keep she’ll stay

Waiting it would seem

Once upon a dream.

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