Saturday, April 21, 2018

Ordinary

You have a gift
but it's not what you think.

It isn't the talent
in your hands
or your mind
that makes you unique. 

It is your ego,
your bravado
and all the ways
you shut out the voices
who try 
to make you better. 

If only you would listen,
your myopic vision
could expand
beyond the horizon
of desperation
you have set.

But perfection
can't be improved.
You aren't a first draft,
you're the printed copy.

Don't we all see
it's us, 
not you, right?

How many more 
will you go through
before you see
you are the only variable
connecting everyone?

I smile as you move on
to another
and then another
because the truth is
even your insecurity
isn't original.


1 comment:

  1. Lovely expression of the truth we often live with but remain unmindful of.

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