Gift

A short poem.

During creation

her God reached into the bucket 

labeled "Hyper Self-Aware"

and dashed two handfuls

upon her body,

so that when she 

enters a room she does so quietly, 

sneaking around the edges, 

avoiding eye-contact,

settles into seats red-faced,

even though no one is

looking at her.

Reviews

[Krystina]

It may be a short poem but it speaks volumes to those of us with the same self awareness. It's simple yet I feel like this is the kind of poem that stays with you.

[Healing Star]

Awareness is a blessing even if it is a little overwhelming at times. But think of the opposite the idiots who see walking blindly through life with no self awareness at all, what about that, is that living. But it is an issue so simply work on ways to balance, to find ways to be a little less self aware, but always know awareness is a blessing. Are you sure it was dashed on her body, or was it on her expanded self? Very nicely done Neo, you have a gift for expression.

[Nadia]

I think this one is spot-on. Very clear and well worded.

[JC]

Oh man, this is good, because I can relate, that you write is due to this hyper awareness, that can be terrifying, or at least so overwhelming it freezes social ability...I take the ally ways instead of the side walks sometimes because of this...can't put into words how much I enjoy this sort of writing, I am obsessed with bareness and honesty.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I love the character of the person here and how they are depicted.
I wonder about this person and who they are on the inside. Sometimes
these incredibly shy people can be incredibly strong willed and be a person
that can be leaned on in a crisis. Either way, the imagery came across
like a work of art.