The Search for Greatness
She longed for it as she longed for the next breath.
But when she attempted to walk towards it,
she felt like a little girl inside mama’s big high heels.
Yet, how alive she felt
as she gave each wobbly step!
Yes, she was scared.
She often thought “I must be crazy!”
After all, must people around her thought
that she had lost her mind reaching so high.
What if they were right?
She carried a huge, heavy bag of doubts.
It had was torn at the bottom,
so that at every turn, on every big move
a stream of doubts escaped
and threatened to drown her.
They muffled her voice.
They made her slip and fall.
They pushed her into dark places.
At these times she had to stop
and mend the seams of her bag,
hunt down the scattered doubts
and dump them back into the bag.
The labor was grueling.
It slowed her down.
It made her wonder if
she would ever get there…
To that place of Greatness.
And one day like every other day
she woke up with the clear realization
that she was that Greatness.
That she had been born into it.
That she was made from it.
That it unequivocally dwelt in her
as she undeniably dwelt in it.
At that moment
she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror
and saw her resplendent Divinity.
By Maria Mar©2014
New York, NY
September 18, 2014
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