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My Shy Soul


My shy soul

though very full, 

can not contain

or even slightly refrain, 

from the excitement, and the fear, 

to be a camp counselor that year.

I was a little nervous, 

but willing to give my service.

But right off the bat,

I started to chat

with the campers who came for the opportunity 

to serve the community. 

 

My nervousness subsided, 

throught the summer my campers provided

hope for the next generation

by providing a firm foundation

for those in need 

of some service seed.

 

Now my new soul,

though still very full,

is now outgoing 

rather than unwilling.

In just a year

all my fear

turned around

from shy and closed-down

to eager, and furthermore

this coming year, become a camp counselor once more.

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