I stand sadly on my board
Pawns stand small
Limited to only what we can afford
Knights stand tall

I am caged by squares of black and white
The silent world choking before falling south
Just as I begin to see the thunder and light
Words splitting the seal of my wooden mouth

The squares begin to shift
My tiny sealed heart aches
The squares move and rift
The Knights raise the stakes

We are powerless
We have been told
Small and made-to-miss
Game ends and we fold

I am waiting for my White Knight
I hold no meaning
I can't hold any fight
But the Pawn across me sits gleaning

I shift towards him
In bubbling hope
I extend my limb
We meet like a tightrope

Suddenly I am not waiting
For a White Knight
Pawns shifting and skating
We move and unite

Now I know
I am not alone
I am one with this throw
Who would have known

I am a piece of a whole
Far bigger than myself
I have a soul
Like a book on a bookshelf

If you pull just one away
They all fall apart
Each with their own story to say
All connected by heart

No more sadly waiting for
The heroic White Knight
We are ready to soar
We are born a Blue Knight

~JLH~