The Prismatic Self

Caressing the floral frame, I see reflecting in my eyes A question of perspective, of purpose, of the prize. Am I looking to gain favour? Do I desire to impress? Is my motive to spread joy with the topics I address? It's true. I would be lying to say that in my heart The virtual trophy doesn't matter, what does is taking part. After all, I too am human and it disappoints me so When my little contribution fails to give a glow... A flash in the reflection, like a light bulb thought The reason why my ink reveals things I've been taught... To be a source of inspiration is no sinful desire. Ego is essential for us each to build our fire. Our works are so much more than a hobby to pass time. We can offer comfort. It could be someone's lifeline. If we encourage others to find the strength to face the rain, Generate positivity, then our efforts aren't in vain. What you see is what you get with my little rhymes. My poems don't require you to read between the lines. For the first time, I can smile at the reflection I can see. I'm authentic. I am real. My poetry is me!