by Lyn Marinello
Born of equal innocence, naked and pure and clean
Each of us unknowing of what our lives could mean
A product of what's around us or the culmination of our choices
Battered by adjacent bitterness or bolstered by tantamount voices
Limited only by boundaries built by societal fray
You're a stunning piece of artwork; a masterpiece of moldable clay
And as precious as you are, there's the occasional chip or crack
To reach the pinnacle of your grandeur, there is nothing that you lack
The path may seem so daunting. A dark and frightening, chasm-ed course
Your greatness dwells within you, in your soul, your strength, your source
We each possess a purpose; an impact to be gratefully shared
A humble being with a lesson if we allow those imperfections to be bared
Life may take its toll; dull your shine and steal your zeal
You were created for a reason. Don't let your mission be concealed
There are innumerable parasites looking to erode your worth
Dig deep to fully resurrect the simplistic beauty of your rebirth
Your value lies not in the tangible; but in your essence, an artful uncloaking
Those brilliant, flickering embers that are truly worth the stoking
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