On Shyness

Shyness is the leaf, clinging to limb before cold weather,

too afraid to let go of even one warm summer afternoon.

Shyness is the break of dawn on a cloudy day, hiding,

ever so quietly, behind all that rain in the distance.

Shyness is the wooden floor that remains silent,

but knows the echoing of little feet long since grown, 

including mine.

Shyness is the chickadee, around, complete, having 

found a home, but rarely seen unless it's fleeting.

Shyness is wanting a friend, but not knowing what 

to say.

Shyness is losing it all because we trip and stumble

in a most imperfect way.

Reviews

[free will]

Yes...wanting to come forward but protecting..or waiting for the right moment...but moments do pass

[marcus]

Being Shy can be so difficult sometimes!!
I liked this poem and thought it was good, great use of analogies, like Jacob said below.
Don't take this the wrong way, but as someone who has experienced shyness, I feel the poem has potential to go even deeper, easier said than done of course!

[Botania]

Yes. Shyness can delve into pain itself most acutely. Thank you Marcus.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

excellent analogies develop this theme quite nicely...

j.

[Botania]

Thank you for reading and reviewing Jacob. Thanks,too, for the gracious review.