It’s so hard to create something for someone
And release it into the wild.
Not knowing if it will find a home
Or be able to land after I give it flight.
Yet release it I must.
It’s not mine, even if it feels like it is…
It never was.
The gift was given by a power greater than mine
for the purpose of lifting up others.
It is selfish of me to consider keeping it..
To try to control it or how it appears or makes me appear.
I am powerless in its wake.
It must BE, this creation, that has a life of its own
Irrespective of me.