Never Number One

Perhaps, there are just too many writers of poetry out there, I have read their poems with joy and sadness. Gathering their thoughts and parlaying them to images seen and postulated with the eyes closed shut but seeing life in their embellished dreams. When I was a child of nine or ten I longed to be a writer of sorts, visionary, ingenious provocateur, storyteller, unraveler for and of the times. So many others beat me to it, displaying my words with a better grace and said what was on my mind, beating in my heart, living in my soul spoken well, far better and more eloquently than I could. Never number one, always second, third or more still, some inner need forces me to keep trying. Therein lies the me, determined and persistent as with life, ever moving forward, looking for just a little more. Corinthians 9:24 clearly states "Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way as to take the prize." So I'm running as fast as I can hoping and trying always to become number one.