On Becoming…

I was driven by a quiet desperation,
a desire formed out of worthlessness,
to become more.
Discontented to be
whatever was in the moment-
if I was a masterpiece,I was
To become successful
was the world’s message;
to become independent,
wealthy, known.
I accumulated accolades,
piled pennies,
climbed into coats of whatever
I decided would make me become
something more than I was
in the mirror.
Until one day,
the Spirit spoke,
“You are mine,
and I will finish the work.”
I opened my hands,
letting fall the tools
I held so tightly before.
I breathed in the moment,
I saw who I was, Whose I was,
and I was satisfied.
Never before had my own effort to become
Felt so

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