Thank You, Shyness
Shyness is okay
Express yourself in a unique way
Create with words; that’s your spare time
Alone in your room; a lone bell chime
The social talk, run, express
For they try to impress
My heart longs to join
The social; fitting in like refined brown coins
“Why must we fit in?” Shyness asks
“When we don’t have to wear masks?”
Masks, false features of who we are
Thank You, Shyness, for taking me this far
These Fingers
These fingers are cold
They are slipping
Frailed motion
Wandering
Clutching
Sharpened
Pained
Achy
These can not knit
These can not hit piano keys
These can not withstand cold
These can write
These can grasp
These can feel book pages
Straightforward
Relaxed
Blunted
Ease
Indolent
Strong movement
They are beautiful
They are creative
Dog Frolicking in The Grass
Feet rustles amass
What is that? I wonder
From the distance I perceive
A dog frolicking in the grass
The dog is Peace, he is Energy
He is energetic centrally
Lazy, he will never be
Slobbery pink tongue out, panting
The dog is never ranting
About worries, care-free; enchanting
A fuzzy brown head lifts
Against my palm; I pet
Heavy, breathy panting sounds
The fur makes its rounds
Of transferring in my hand energy that bounds
The fur is rough, yet soft
Do you feel it?
Peacefulness is calling
Do you hear it?
The Last Magic Sword
The last magic sword
Is sharp toward
All who try to pick it up
As if it were a cup
Blue flames erupt
If the sword becomes interrupted
The sword is gray
With vertical rays
Of gold and bronze
Lining up through the blade
That, once it slays,
Glow with a mix of yellow and orange
Showing off its storage
Of powers