I have days….
Insignificant days…
When I feel
Invisible…
Insufficient…
Insignificant.
Maybe you do too?
I have days when I feel I contribute nothing unique to the conversation.
I am just a face in the crowd…
just a number in the book…
just a cog in the big faceless machine.
The art in me goes nowhere…
It is not invited to the table.
And I allow that to keep me from entering the room.
On my insignificant days, I am shaped by reaction and crafted by comparison.
I wait for validation, and I never recognize value.
I wait for permission to be me.
It will never come.
I have days…
Insignificant days.
Maybe you do too?
When will I learn that those insignificant days are truly insignificant.
They don’t tell me who I am.
They are all about feelings, not fact.
Those feelings have nothing to do with truth.
Truth…
I am more than number.
There is uniqueness in me.
There is art that needs to go where it is needed.
Even if I go unnoticed I am always seen.
You are too.
Truth, even when it doesn’t feel true.
I have days…
Days when I need to ignore the insignificant.
Maybe you do too?
When will I learn that those insignificant days are truly insignificant.
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