Being the Real Me

This week’s poem comes from Graciela Lotharius, who writes: “A lot of my eagerness about ways to really write without caution comes from my belief that I have a gift that is meant to say important things, so that others can get their message. A lot of my beautiful gifts are making their debut, so find a seat and listen up. Are you ready for more than what meets the eye? If so, then you are ready to hear what I have to share.”

Being the Real Me


With more intelligence than Stephen Hawking 
With more beauty than a supermodel 
With more grace than a ballerina 
With more of a voice than a correspondent 
With more spice than curry 
With more watchfulness than an air traffic controller 
With more thanks than a gratitude journal

Can we try 
to be given 
the chance to fly 
through the sky 
by letting go of the sparks 
of mess 
that have made their way 
uninvited 
into our lives?