Fussy? Pfft, I am the very definition of fussy,
I love my own company, value my peace,
Adore the freedom I have to do what, whenever I like,
So, want to change my status quo? Show me what I’ll gain, at least!
******
The bed to myself, sleep mine for the taking,
I can spend the time reading, writing, singing or lazing,
Silent or noisy at my whim,
Want to change that? Better come with all guns blazing!
******
I smile more when I spend time alone,
Cry less when I hide away,
Life is just the best with my level of comfort,
And most importantly? I know I’ll happily stay!
******
There’s a certain grain of truth to the insanity of solitude,
A pit of madness that colours the edges of me,
Be mindful that my demons insist on dancing,
And if your demons cannot tap a beat, then neither can we!
******
My demons and I dream within the foxtrot,
Sashay to a rumba, swish to a soul tune,
Love hides under the steps, frantically paced,
Wild haired and free upon a full moon.
******
So, I ask again, will you be the one to change my current status?
Do you honour your imperfections, your uniqueness?
Because it’s only the rough edges of our existence that intrigues me,
As I favour my strengths but bathe in my vulnerability, my weakness.
About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Very relatable poem, I too love my space and do life at my own pace. Great poem.
This is fabulous, my friend. One question though. Where does Grizzy sleep? 😁
An excellent poem.
I think no one is good enough for that, lol. Loved your poem!