Chatting with a friend
Scrolling through Instagram
Drifting off to sleep
The moment is never predictable
And often there's nowhere to hideWhen my heart rate starts to quicken
And my brain starts to swirl
When every thought starts to feels like lead
The moment is never predictable
And often there's nowhere to hideThat's why I plan the way I do
That's why I seem so stern
If you wonder why my eyes look burdened
It's because the moment is never predictable
And often there's nowhere to hideIn your arms I find the safety I seek
In your eyes I find my relief
In the times I fall apart next to you
Know it's because I know you're predictable
And you're my place to hideAuthor's Note:
This poem was written by my sister! She's an amazing type 6 and truly one of the warmest people I know!
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Souls of the Enneagram
RandomA collaboration of poems written by me and some friends describing our own and other enneagram types. The enneagram is a personality typing system that really digs down into a person's core, revealing their desires, motives, and fears. I hope you ca...