This Friday morning
I am Aware that I am a piece of the whole
I cannot do what you do
Or be who you are
Nor should I be.
We judge everything with
“are they better than me, bigger than me, richer than me happier than me, more beautiful than me?
Killed by comparison
how can I be more like you?
The bravest wisest question
Is how can I be more like me
and less like A facsimile of someone I admire?
Can I let go the ropes, the things that tether me to an idea of what I ought to be
In order to catch the updraft and be carried
To who I really am