Fractured selves

Do you ever wonder

about people who are busy, busy, busy

and answering emails

even before morning coffee?

Sometimes I am one of them;

feeling all important and busy

so sure that they are useful

many irons on fire

Like a torch on a mountain

sharing our light

finding cures

solving problems

spreading awareness

running for office

inspiring people

making art

big and powerful

so sure the world needs us;

all of us.

and then times when I am one of those

who feel insignificant and small

scared and hopeless

wanting to be a nobody;

Like a lamp in a pot

live in a cocoon

with a dental plan and 401K

A battle between

somebody and nobody

being big

being small

in between lies my self.

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