Category Archives: Free Verse

On holding on to yourself

our greatness, we tuck it away
in silent corners of our minds, our homes
the last drawer on the lowest shelf of that
abandoned cupboard

what makes us extraordinary
what makes you, you
what makes me, me
why are we so ashamed?

and mediocrity, you know, that’s what is celebrated
so we hang those degrees and certificates in sparkling golden frames
keep the awards on our desks
with the fully-inflated ego of a child looking for the next pat on the back

and water shapes up rocks oh so gradually
sand withers away carefully, to never be noticed
stories get written slowly, silently
sometimes even forgetting their own authors

so hold on, hold on my friend
hold on dearly to the fact
that you’re more than just that.