When I blossom, basking in the light
We have all been so gracefully provided
Should I, perchance, stop where you stopped
In the interest of keeping you motivated?
If only, because people like me, being anything
Beyond your reach, is unfamiliar, to you
And everyone around you?
I ask, not to seek permission
But to help you understand
How ridiculous this all is; seeking refuge
In the comfort of your ignorance
Is not something I would advise you
To take much pride in.
Daily, I meditate in a place of my making
I spread my arms at the periphery of the worlds’ end
Where the smallest breeze could push me;
Taking the time to inhale the freshest breath
At the very edge of life and death.
Afterwards, I return
With a newfound perspective on reality,
Giving my talent unseen complexities
That can be likened to the most elaborate embroidery.
All that, for poetry? Yes, and at times, a single line,
Sometimes, it is never entirely enough
Excessive? Maybe, so believe me when I say
Feeling intimidated by my prowess
Is entirely your choice to make.
I mean this in the nicest way:
If I am not for you, “That is alright”
If you hate me, “I should probably care, but I don’t”
The only service I feel I owe the world
Is being true to myself, not spreading hate;
In this life we live, If you were to ask me
What I find most beautiful, I would tell you that
“No matter how old, or wise we get,
We will never stop learning”
– O.D. ©2018
Art by: Sylar113