I am a musical note in a guitar
Waiting for the touch of dexterous hands
I am a chrysalis under a paling leaf
Waiting to be turned into a butterfly
I am raw ore in the far depths of the mine
Waiting to be extracted and purified
I am a smoldering piece of coal in the hearth
Waiting to be blown into a flame
I am a rough stone under the Earth’s crust
Waiting to be hewn into a diamond
I am an antique piece long buried in the soil
Waiting excavation to become a treasured exhibit
I am a piece of canvas fixed on the easel
Waiting for the touch of a master artist
How I long to transcend my rawness
Into something better and refined
But can I do anything wholly myself
Never! Everything depends on others will too
I discern I am only a flickering shadow
That has existence only if there is light!
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC
I am a musical note in a guitar
Waiting for the touch of dexterous hands
I am a chrysalis under a paling leaf
Waiting to be turned into a butterfly
I am raw ore in the far depths of the mine
Waiting to be extracted and purified
I am a smoldering piece of coal in the hearth
Waiting to be blown into a flame
I am a rough stone under the Earth’s crust
Waiting to be hewn into a diamond
I am an antique piece long buried in the soil
Waiting excavation to become a treasured exhibit
I am a piece of canvas fixed on the easel
Waiting for the touch of a master artist
How I long to transcend my rawness
Into something better and refined
But can I do anything wholly myself
Never! Everything depends on others will too
I discern I am only a flickering shadow
That has existence only if there is light!
This is a thought that governs me most of the time ! How many are instrumental in the making of one... parents, teachers, friends, colleagues, life partner, children, neighbors and even enemies !
