WITHIN

I wish I knew the way to being 

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.)