Tag Archives: shyness

Shyness

11 Jan

Shyness

As difficult as it may be to think that I was shy
Yes, it’s true, this Warrior was once a timid guy
A permanent frog in my throat when I was just a lad
Always hearing “You’re so quiet!” from every comrade

And as my boldness grew, I saw the same shyness in others
And recognized the source of it in my sisters and brothers
Remembered well why I minced words, held tongue and took the fifth:
An overwhelming urge to please all and get along with

Fear of being rejected, not liked, thought poorly of
Fear of being ridiculed and mocked, deprived of love
I conquered shyness with acceptance that all which I feared
Was already in full affect, its ugly head had reared

Despite all of my efforts, there was still mocking and hate
Despite my quietness and caring, still they would berate
Despite my politeness and empathy still they would tease
Despite the warmth within my heart, around me was a freeze

Perhaps my teens or twenties, I no longer recall when
It started being clear that all these women and these men
That I had been so shy around and tried to gratify
Were not people who were worthy of being my ally

Upside down my world had turned, from thinking “all are friends!”
To being more judgmental and now saying, “It depends”
I saw the world through different eyes when I spoke loud and clear
Refused to be talked over, teased, belittled with a jeer

The magic phrase for you shy ones whose voices are so soft
The magic phrase to ask yourself as well as throw aloft
The magic phrase to ask real loud with bass and force and starch:
The magic phrase that raises eyebrows and makes their backs arch:

“Who are you?” is what I’d ask myself as I’d discern
“Who are you?” I’d ask with no regret and sometimes burn
“Who are you?” I’d ask and see the lack of discipline
“Who are you?” I’d ask and watch the tearing of thin skin

“Who are you?” I’d ask and those who gladly dished it out
Showed they couldn’t take it too as they would whine and pout
When I would ask myself just WHY should I care for this person
The truth is that my shyness would vanish instead of worsen

“Tell me what have you done? What’s your passion? What’s the price
You pay day in and day out? Tell me why should *I* be nice?”
And that is when I learned how many have entitlement
How many think that they are owed without sweat being spent

So if your voice does tremble, if your heart begins to pound
If your hands are clammy and the room spins round and round
Ask the question and perhaps all those who make you shy
Aren’t people you’ll waste worry on, instead, just a “Good-bye”

                                                       ~Miro

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Clique

8 Jan

“They don’t join cliques — more times than not, they stand alone — but they recognize and gravitate towards one another. Only warriors understand other warriors.” ~Forrest E. Morgan

Clique

I’ve never been a fan of cliques
When folks have little groups
Of people that they know real well
Their comfortable small troupes

They form their inner circles where
They work and where they pray
It’s only folks they recognize
They’ll give the time of day

They do not welcome strangers in
With warmth and fearlessness
They don’t want to know more people
Instead, they do want less

Illumination came to me
When I spoke to someone
Who told me that because he was
So busy, he would shun

He only had time for himself
And those that he called “friend”
He made it clear he didn’t want
His circle to extend

And so each time he met someone
He didn’t recognize
His walls went up because he didn’t
Want some more allies

I find the whole thing even sadder
Since he follows Christ
A man who’s greeting to others
Was never, ever iced

Christ welcomed all with open arms
Embraced, invited in
He didn’t say “Sorry, I’d like
To keep my circle thin”

“Jesus Christ” is what I think
When I do think about
All the people who do not
Let their little cliques sprout

“Jesus Christ” is what I think
When I see Christians who
Do not go the extra mile
When they do greet you

“Jesus Christ” is what I think
When I see those with fear
Too afraid to open up
And hold new people dear

‘Cause Jesus Christ was fearless, loving
Trusting and intending
To add everyone to his clique
And keep the group extending

                              ~Miro

Be First

13 Nov

Be First

“Anyone have questions?
The speaker asks and waits
Everyone does but
Just sits and hesitates

We look around the room
And wait for someone to
Muster enough courage
To give their point of view

We won’t put up our hand
And be the first to speak
Because we are too shy
Because we are too weak

Because we are too scared
Because we want a trail
That’s already been blazed
So that we will not fail

So we all sit and wait
‘Till the first hand does rise
And who it belongs to
Is of no surprise

It is a warrior
Who does not wait and follow
A courageous voice that
Is not afraid or hollow

A warrior is first
To volunteer, suggest
Propose, compel, advance
And beat upon their chest

A warrior won’t wait
To be told that it’s safe
A warrior knows that
Embarrassment won’t chafe

A warrior abhors
The silence that ensues
When rooms are filled with cowards
Who all quietly choose

To sit and shift their eyes
From side to side and hope
That someone speaks up first
So they can better cope

Don’t wait to be second
Or third, or fourth or last
A warrior’s response
Is always lightning fast

Because they do not think
About shyness or fear
Or laziness or nerves
Their action’s very clear

They never wait for others
To impact how they live
They take control and aren’t
Afraid to ever give

Their own opinion or
Their thoughts or point of view
Think about that next
Time someone asks of you:

“Any questions, comments?
Before we’re all dispersed?”
A warrior speaks up
A warrior is first

                      ~Miro