Uniqueness

each soul knows its distinctness
it's specialness. because it is. this is fact.

but when and if the dwelling of the soul
is dark and blind to that uniqueness

the dwelling gets plastered with unconscious
attempts to heed to that innate truth

imitation becomes the coping mechanism, the norm in the dark
imitation of what to our hearts and minds feel will help set us apart.
imitation of what seems outwardly different enough

but to those who look upon me and think
man, why is she so talented, so full, so unique, so lively

let me say — because I am wandering in the darkness of my own home
sitting in stillness with my faulty and faithful emotions
alone, crying, cringing, cuddling without light or hope

and in this abyss and in waiting patiently
I walk and fall, 
I fall and walk.
until I slowly hear the faint songs of my soul
I rise and fail, 
I fail and rise
until my body and mind have room for no more scars,
I run and fall
I fall and run
Until I tune into the frequency of my creative intuition and 
learn to dial it up in loudness by painfully deafening my ego
I run and soar
I soar and soar
dancing and singing in beat with this thrilling guidance

and there I feel unique, I am special.
my doing and being becomes hailed and bathed by my unique soulful gospel.
but not the kind that pompously places me higher, better, beyond.

because uniqueness is abundant, you see.
there is no paucity of diversity.
each of us has a place in the world, set apart
just for us and our gifts, 
that place is waiting, longing, calling 
for you,
to close your eyes and open your heart

That is the uniqueness I feel,
the kind that looks around at all beings, all eyes and knows deeply, surely
each of us, in darkness or light, are waiting to and
shining your own unique bright.

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