Arlene Corwin writes

To Never [Not] Be Great

I’ll never be great,

But keep going

In the roles that I was born to

‘Cause you never know…

Inside myself it feels like genius

When on days that I feel, well,

I don’t know how to say it

Without sounding like Narcissus,

But on days I feel I can…

And am my own

Pers-own-

                al genus, if not genius;

Ridiculous as it may sound,

Numinous and luminous.

For others who believe that they cannot be great,

Will never be,

I say that they

Must never break if off

Before the bulb that has a seeming stillness

Has redeemed its dreaming stillness

To produce its daffodil.

 

 Daffodil -- Robin Street-Morris