There was a man I once knew
who stood tall among his fellow crew
his stride was long and confident
His air was nothing shy of intelligent

But when your hand slipped past the prevailing curtain
the immediate dichotomy was all but certain
Polar extremes and puzzling contradiction
Confidence and paralyzing anxiety a constant friction

I saw it once, or maybe twice
Your actions strong, purposeful, precise
You had full control over what you said or did
and you knew what was wanted, no reason to gamble or bid

Then with a sigh of satisfaction
you held me tight, I liked that reaction,
But, the next day came and a stranger awoke
It was not your voice when you whispered or spoke

Your confidence left, slipped away, disappeared
Leaving uncertainty, anxiety when the smoke began to clear
You slithered away and hid in your cave
And I waited not knowing when or how to extend the trave

Dumbfounded, now I sit and ponder
how to show you that the man who cowers in the corner
Is the very same man who could conquer creation
When you silence the doubt and command its abdication

07/12/2014

Posted on 07/13/2014
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