Shy lil ole me

    Boldness is not who I am anymore. Shy, quiet
I have become once more. To leave a gift actually
terrifies me. La.

     Lean upon Jehovah for the courage. The late night
hours will bring what is necessary to be. Hopefully.
Ah I skip down the hallway. Silly perhaps but better
to be that than scared, right?

      So here I stand inside my room not feeling any
desire to be there. Outside is where I want to be.
Craving the sounds and aromas of the darkening
sky. Do you ever just want to sit on a stool outside
and close eyes? Absorbing all that is there?

     Maybe I am the only one that feels amazing
when outside. Breathtakingly beautiful I shine when
outside. Even quirky parts of me come out. Childish
motions. La. It is good to feel young, yes?

     Silently I open the door for one peek outside.
Soon I must wake a sleeping lady. Stepping out into
night air while freshness induces fire within me.

     Ah a sigh vibrates the soul to core. Squeezing
tight upon the flames I release a gasp just as rigid
peaks are touched by a cooling breeze. Hmm.

     Perhaps a cooling is necessary. Much more is
bedtime. Still I must converse with lady out of
respect.

     Then onto dreaming of memories. Hoping for
greenery once on the morrow. Even in work. Perhaps?
I can only pray.

     So quiet I am but bursting within are fireworks.
Spraying tingles throughout soul to spirit. A slight
purr rolls deep and a laughter echoes.

      Did you hear, dear friend?