talents are like seeds;
they grow
with proper love
and care
it takes a while to find one
but nurturing them seems
delightful
seeing others having them is amazing
"it looks beautiful,"
actually, I have one;
right here laying on
my small, soft hands
as years went by,
it flourished; showing a
delicate flower
I am simply overjoyed
but,
.
.
.
maybe I got happy too much
since that naïve I
went to them
and showed them mine
without knowing
that perfection
was the base judgment;
and I was never passing that line
"what's the point of giving all MY time?"
Continuation:
'So, I sat by this plant; watered it with envy;
as it bloomed dissatisfaction
built I with standards
as a meaningless façade,'
