I kept watching inventions being
invented and creations being created
Some were plain and simple others
were beyond my imagination
They must have a lot more
serotonin than me- thinking all these good thoughts
As I kept watching
these virtuosos passing me by, I started to feel crippled inside
I wanted a talent, I
wanted a dream-I wanted to be someone that no one has ever seen
But as I kept
watching all the other prodigies I began to lose hope
Until I looked down
at my non-calloused hands and silky smooth feet
Woe me, what a pity-
you reap what you sew
What a wakeup call
out of the abyss and what a joy to become my own best friend
Instead of longing to
be what was already done, I started appreciating the beauty within
I’m a gift yet to be
unwrapped a soul to become unraveled
Who knew?
I’m my own creative
genius with God given talents