The Extrovert Loner (Author: Chemasop Cheruiyot)

They call it isolophilia,

I just call it being me.

An extrovert loner, free,

Dancing in the space I am most at ease.

My best friends are introverts, the quiet kind,

Who speak with signs, murmurs soft and shy.

I love how they listen as my words unfurl,

Talking less, their silence reaches the sky.

I chatter on, their eyes meet mine,

A nod, a smile, a whispered sigh.

And when the silence comes, I know it's fine

We're both okay, no need to ask why.

Sometimes, I need my time, to drift away,

But they don’t chase; they understand the play.

Our bond runs deep, no words required,

A friendship quiet, yet so inspired.

There’s Sue, the introvert, pure and true,

And Judycos, a balance of both hues.

In their company, I find sweet peace,

In stillness, I reflect, I find release.

For in these quiet hours, I meet my Maker,

I find myself, no longer a faker.

I strengthen what’s weak, adjust my view,

Grateful for moments that feel so true.

So when I slip into solitude, don't pester or cry,

Don’t think I’m ignoring, don’t wonder why.

I just need my time, to breathe and unwind,

To realign with peace of mind.

And after all, I still proudly stand,

Created in God's image, by His hand.

Even Jesus, too, sought solitude’s grace,

To meditate, to meet God face to face.

So understand me, this is who I am,

An extrovert loner, content, calm.

For in the quiet, I truly thrive,

Reflecting, growing, feeling alive.

  @Chemasop Cheruiyot