Clearly spoken without words.

The eyes tell all there is to tell.

Nothing secretly hidden 

behind a veil.

Strong in my reserve,

and needing to preserve.

The bulk of absolute contention

seems to remain.

Seeking that which it can stain.

There is nothing left to devour,

yet, I seek a deeper power.

Nothing has progressed,

though I have tried my best.

I am flirting with the edge,

encircled round about

with a fence-like hedge.

There has to be a better way.

No curtains used

 to hide my shame.

Nothing to cause

deep abysmal pain.

I am the only one like me

in the world.

I can only see

what is meant for me to see.

The road I travel leads

to a new and different place.

My footsteps tread

at a heightened pace.

Tell me what it is you see

when you look closely at me.

Do you see a spirit that is free,

or just a varying degree?

An arrest has been made

of my counter reserve.

Extroversion is now 

what I actively serve.