the best person possible
I told myself reaching up
to that judgemental cloud
so righteous, impeccably puffed
with faux-wisdom, created
by looking down at imperfection.
My wish hasn't really changed, but
now I don't reach outward, upwards,
I go inward
where my own special sun lets me clarify
myself, my gifts, my flaws, my questions.
It brightens the way to trusting my heart,
where my guidance, my answers lie waiting.
(For Poetry Pantry at Poets United.)