The Unfurling

The light inside

Early on

I learned to dim

Shining brightly

Was dangerous

All sink, and no swim

I try now to be,

To let, to shine

To radiate freely

All that is mine

Esteem

“I’m a slow study,”

she said with apologetic eyes.

“It takes me awhile to get a thing.

But when I get it,

it’s in the vault.”

I smiled, knowing she knows plenty.

Maybe someday she’ll know what I do:

She’s as bright as they come.

A slow study is only slow in someone else’s opinion.

I’d like to see that knowing in her eyes.