Shyness, Not A Puzzle.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Shyness, not a puzzle

i am not an apple
but i turn red at most times
and turn pink at some times

and pale
exactly like a snail
and its trail
makes me feel and act like a snail
when too many people come looking
gone is she in her cochlea

it's all in my face
at most jubilations and congratulations,
i turn red either
i hide my face for all newness or new other

that shy side that i oftentimes hide
has nothing to do with pride

it's all shyness, pure shyness
with God's help, i will have prowess

if others greater than me show friendliness
i am gone with my shyness
the innate talent closest to God, flees to Him

i feel at home in His Shadow
i am perpetually balancing
like bow and arrow
this i know from God too
constant balancing, never targetting

it feels finest, that's all i know
i am happiest with my Koko....
and amongst my beloved family
(Koko is the title for elder brother,
he is my only brother)
it feels so warm and closest
like home, as finest near the hearth....


Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan titled: "Elstar" (one of the many many sorts of Dutch apples)

©Sylvia Frances Chan

A.D. The Third Advent week
Wednesday the 19th of December 2018 -
@ 11.43 hrs. A.M. Nederland Time