A talented singer, the voice that unites mankind,
A talented writer, the words that unshackle the mind,
A talented musician, the music that makes one seek,
A talented actor, the silent eyes that speak,
A talented painter, the painting that is surreal,
A talented photographer, the shots that capture life’s appeal.
A talented dancer, the movements that are grace personified,
A talented sculptor, the statue that seems like a gift from paradise.
All these talented people out there,
Their talents are gifts bestowed rare.
I enjoy that voice, that music, that painting, that play,
How fortunate they are I silently say.
Blessed they are with a fate divine,
I dare not realize that somewhere along the line,
They discarded their fear and embraced their true self,
They honed their ability and broke their shell.
If only I too would stop wishing and plunge into activity,
Accepting what I possess and proclaim my creativity.
Pic courtesy: Morguefile
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