#9: Craft Your Gift

It's uncanny that now, twice in a row,

I've come across the word Prose

Attached to the word boring or mundane.

Is it truly that bad? Or is the universe testing me again?

I like it

It makes my mind tick.

Life is all about doing your craft,

And just for myself is a good enough person.

Conformity feels boring

And I'm not scared to stand out.

Because no one is out there to get me

Contrary to what my mind is always chatting about.

When everyone is busy becoming something

Being myself feels powerful.

And it shouldn't come as a surprise

Because my higher mind is now around.

The gift is there

So is the power to open.

But if we continue to expect demons within

Wouldn't Santa's trip be for no reason?