She fans silken petals,
the softest of shells,
not to be coy, just discreetly
distancing herself,
comfortable cocooned,
guilty of pretense,
privacy preferred
over others’ presence,
never unfriendliness,
just not social;
passions and interests
captivate most when alone.
Tending to her own tendrils,
internal biodome,
nirvana nurtured,
nature, home.
She shows the sides
she chooses;
do not assume
that’s all there is.
No longer fear-restrained:
for the first time,
she fully lives.
She fans silken petals,
simply introverted,
but continuously gifts
translucent colors and
serenity’s scent.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Laura Denise 