The Shy One
by Steven Craig
My dearest little girl
The one with the fainting heart.
The feeling of emotions of such great intensity
On being on the doorstep
Only knocking on the door
Something deep runs in your thoughts
It has been there years in the dark
It is not going to let you stop
Your life is at the cusp
A sound of your breath is long
Wanting to run, but held there checked
Something just as intense
Something that would frighten you
If you were not yourself already.
Curiosity has always held your heart
Your heart, that great thumping in your throat
Your palms know the excuses well
Open hands can not knock
But beating hearts will
So the thought extends, the hand responds
You know that you are still as frightened as before
But now there is someone else there
Coming, opening, answering the door.
06/20/2008
