When people ask,
“What is your talent?”
I state—
I have none.
There is not yet
a race I have won.
Maybe my talent
is searching for the good
in people others cannot see.
Maybe it is
the overwhelming empathy
I have only just come to understand
not everyone has.
Maybe it is the way
no logical answers
ever seem solid enough
to make me believe them.
Contained within a world
so full of certainty—
certainty that clearly
I have failed to see.
So when they ask me,
“What is your talent?”
I say,
I have none.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 6:34 PM UTC
When people ask,
“What is your talent?”
I state—
I have none.
There is not yet
a race I have won.
Maybe my talent
is searching for the good
in people others cannot see.
Maybe it is
the overwhelming empathy
I have only just come to understand
not everyone has.
Maybe it is the way
no logical answers
ever seem solid enough
to make me believe them.
Contained within a world
so full of certainty—
certainty that clearly
I have failed to see.
So when they ask me,
“What is your talent?”
I say,
I have none.