The Introvert

He’s quiet. Yet he stands tall while shrinking 

Like a violet. 

Shy, but not longing. 

Timid but not afraid.

Just withdrawn. Tired.

Tired of The Others.

Diffidence is not his plight.

His plight is more Common:

A constituency of trespassers

That rarely notice the poor,

Introspective Introvert.

Meditativeness be forgotten; 

Gregariousness be remembered.

Why?

He’s quiet, yes.

But do not mistake his 

Unobtrusiveness for infirmity.

He sees all. A cerebral onlooker,

He sees all as he looks.

He looks.

Always remember, he looks.