Saturday Poem

The Search for Greatness

She longed for it as she longed for the next breath.

That Greatness.

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.

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By Maria Mar©2014

New York, NY

September 18, 2014

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