Shy Poem by Ragy Sandid

Shy



It's funny how why
As a boy they said I was shy
No one ever did try
To take that away from my self

I was me and no one else
I saw the world as a frame of fear
Everyone a giant and not so dear
They were just there and I was here
And no one patted my shoulder

To make a really big world smaller
As I grew bigger I found love in a red head
I was crazy for what she did and said
But shy as I was I lost her instead
and now that we're older, she thinks I'm a stalker

When all I think of is talk to her
Over a coffee, catch a glimpse of what I lost
Because of me being shy, I simply tossed
What would've been the best part of my life

Then the shy bit cut my life like a knife
Because in business shy is exchanged for bold
Just like the young enters and out with the old
I speak and my eyes freeze because my blood runs cold
So many years I'm used to just being told
And I can't escape a past that's in loop holes

Why does shy such a doubt let dole
Why is it not a double light saber that kills
The bullies who take this as permit to impose their will
Or digs up the dreams and helps be fulfilled
I, for one, have had my fill

Still,
On to my old age I travel
And I carry shy on my saddle
I still look for the one who can straddle
This blessed curse of mine and do battle
Side by side smiling to friends or foes
I need someone to understand how it rose
How it goes, how it slows,
Who won't propose to see a thorn
In that Rose.

Friday, October 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: character
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 20 October 2017

Still, On to my old age I travel And I carry shy on my saddle I still look for the one who can straddle This blessed curse of mine and do battle Side by side smiling to friends or foes I need someone to understand how it rose How it goes, how it slows, Who won't propose to see a thorn In that Rose.... nice theme. Beautiful poem. Rhanks for sharing.

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