One Amongst Many
I am not a light-filled diva
my hair does not flash golden arrows
my limbs are not smooth and straight,
my skin not iridescent nor aglow.
Of course, in my head
I am the centre of the picture
my perceptions, feelings and thoughts
surround me like a halo.
The others – you – the many
are all around
and to you each, the centre
of the picture, is here.
Do you feel yourself as utterly other
separate from the dark mass of limbs and torsos?
Do you feel your own power pulsing from your pores
and gold dust glittering in your mane?
Each of us is the star of our private firmament
touched by grace and fired with drama:
our greatest gift and cruellest curse.
Thanks to Tess for the inspiration from The Mag. You can read the rest of the crowd here