Poetry is written for the quiet ones,
the soulful ones,
the ones who let thoughts tangle in their throats
before they ever get tangled in their hair.
Poetry is written for the soft ones,
the shy ones,
the ones who dance in midnight shadows
and sip on moonlight tea.
Dear poets writing for the quiet ones,
you fuel their souls
with the same hope and assurance
that I see in each of their eyes;
and you offer a voice
to the hearts that are pulsing with languages
the world has not learned to speak.
Dear poets writing for the quiet ones,
thank you.
But poetry isn’t written for the loud ones,
the spirited ones,
the ones who let their souls shine through their eyes
because they are too bright to hide beneath their skin.
Poetry isn’t written for the open ones,
the warm ones,
the ones who find each trace of beauty mingled with the dust
and cannot help but speak it.
This is for the loud ones,
to fuel their souls
with the same freedom and vibrance
that I feel in each of their smiles,
and this is to offer a voice
to the ones who feel that they are more noise than sound,
but who keep speaking for fear of never being heard again.
This is for the loud ones,
the excited ones,
the ones who laugh too much
because bottling their joy
is something they will never fall prey to again.
This is for the bright ones,
the lively ones,
the ones who walk the night with stars in their hair
because they spent the morning chasing the sun.
This is for the loud ones,
to remind them
that the quiet ones are not always wiser than you
or deeper than you,
and it does not make you less beautiful
to give more of yourself to the world.
You need the quiet ones, the soulful ones,
and oh, darling, you need the soft ones.
But dear loud ones,
the quiet ones need you.
Cindy Green is a forest-wandering, poetry-scribbling stargazer with messy notebooks and messy thoughts. Despite her love for all of God’s creation, sunflowers and stars in particular have a way of sneaking into both her writing and her heart (but you won’t hear her complaining about it). She is an amateur sword-wielder with a Highland-dancing warrior spirit who also writes letters to the moon and considers the sky her best friend. A focused daydreamer, organized pack rat, and oblivious observer, she is a self-professing ambivert (or a living contradiction) who deeply feels both the beauty and fallen state of the world. Through her words, she hopes to describe the indescribable and form personal connections with people while reflecting a love for her Savior and a passion for everything she touches.
*blinks rapidly* Wow. That was precious, and I don’t think poetry has ever gotten so close to making me cry. Thank you, dear extroverted one.
This is absolutely beautiful. I agree, this almost made me cry.
This was beautiful to read! Thank you so much Cindy! It warmed my enfp soul. 💕
☺ As an introvert surrounded by extroverts, I can be one of the more outgoing of my kind. Sometimes it does feel like I’m a living oximoron, exhausted by people but still enjoying being around them and having the ability to be loud and outgoing. This was beautiful and heartwarming.
Gosh, this <333
WOW. Amazing. Breathtaking. Sooo relatable!
This touched me in two different ways, because sometimes I can straddle loud and soft. For me, the lines are blurred, and sometimes I can’t exactly grasp which one I am. But this… this was lovely.
Thank you for this. I try to remember to read more poetry. 😉
And now I’m going to cry! *sniffles* ❤️ My little, extroverted heart relates to this so well.
Ahh! Cindy, I love this poem so much!! <3 It make my heart happy. 🙂
CINDY. How can you write such beautiful words with such beautiful purpose?? This is perfection. It touched my soul. <3
Someone gets it!!! Yayyyyy! This is so gorgeous Cindy and is so my heart. Sometimes I think people like to think extroverts aren’t as capable of being creative like introverts, because their inner world is different, but that is so not true. Thanks for writing this. It is so beautiful.
Cindy, this is GORGEOUS! Thank you so, so much, for writing this for us. For everyone you knew and didn’t know needed it. For me.
Oh, man. This is so awesome and beautiful I could read it a hundred times and still cry. Thanks so much for appreciating the extroverts.
Wow. I was not expecting for that to hit so hard. My little sister is an extrovert, and the rest of my family are introverts like me. I wish she was old enough to read this poem.
You almost made me cry. That simply doesn’t happen when I read poetry.
Thank you so much.
Ahhhhh I LOVED this!!
oh wow this is so good <3
Ack, my heart. *sniffs* ❤️ *goes to hug all my extroverted ones*