A Rare Personality
Born in February when snowstorms were heavy and frequent,
and to keep me warm their parental touch was God-sent...
I could see them smile, delighting in my miracolous birth;
finally the one they long waited for to give them joy and worth!
And I as grew up, did they notice the first traits of a rare personality,
or did they ignore those signs of a genius destined to bear obscurity?
Perhaps, they felt no vibes of the child bringing change with his flowing water,
too often they stared at him and didn't ask what was his plan for the future!
What makes one really unique and stand out from the ordinary, swift crowd:
being oneself, embracing creativity, being intuitive and imaginative?
My parents missed that creative mind, making their will so imperative...
but that passion was an unspoken voice which needed to break out and shout!
Art played a strong role in building up and shaping this rare personality,
with intense thougths and vivid images, I created a world so whimsy...
that unreal world many rejected with laughter, never repressing the dream inside;
sometimes, all that I had created seemed so worthless, leading to wounded pride!
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