I use to feel ashamed for being an Introvert.
Not necessarily afraid to go outside and be
amongst the crowd, but finding solace in
being alone surrounded by four walls and a
good book.
That was all the excitement I needed.
What I was insecure about is now my
strength! Everyday inside alone with
my books of poetry is another life saved.
Another year for a grandmother to watch
all her seeds sprout. One day we should
all hope to see our generational
garden flourish. Protect the gardeners, because one day once your seeds are planted you will want to live and see them bloom.