Myers-Briggs

Written by David M. Barbour, copy 2013

I won’t connect with all.
Just one percent might know.
How I think,
How it feels—
To be me.
Why?—
Myers-Briggs says so.

My type’s a Quester—
Advocate—
Introvert, unless
I have a reason to join with you.
To make you laugh.
To think,
Give you something to read
On a cold winter’s night.

Intuitive-feeler—
Yes you!
Find your way back home.
Throw your thoughts out front—
As you would your hands.
Go-groping in the dark.
You haven’t any plans.

Myers-Briggs will save me.
My mind is such a mess.
My heart?
It’s there and pounding.
T’will see the light of day.
And off I’ll go exploring—
That is the Quester’s way.