Standing amidst wildfire,
I am simply an ember.
Not the flame,
Not the smoky haze,
But such inside.
Standing amidst blizzards,
I am simply a flake.
Not the wind,
Not the frigid air,
But such inside.
Standing amidst earthquakes,
I am simply a pebble.
Not the rocks,
Not the fervent shake,
But such inside.
Standing amidst this life,
I am simply a viewer.
Not the praised,
Not the powerful voice,
But such inside.
Standing amidst myself,
I still prevail.
Not the weak,
Not the failing girl,
But such outside.
This poem is from the point of view of an introvert. Those who don't know her think that she is weak for being so quiet, but they don't know that she has big ideas, big plans, and big dreams. She has power in her, and she is waiting to put it on display outside.