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

Unfinished.

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

Unbecoming.