To be judged by your inferiors is difficult
To know that their intellect is lacking -yet others equally lacking don't see this.
To have within you the knowledge that you are actually accomplished,
A professional, even a name of note… yet never say a word
for fear of favour…..recognition…
You see others, weak, unskilled, untalented,
believing they are gifted…….
Yet clearly this is not so.
If they were, then they would recognise real brilliance,
real talent, real worth….. real YOU.
You keep your true self, hidden - how foolish they will look
whenthe great reveal occurs! ! .
For them to confronthow poor their judgement really was…
so full of misguided self prideand blustering.
The fearful ones, like deities, dispense their watery praise
with false modesty and condescension oozing….
Others received these gilded words like thirsty travellers
at a disused well, dehydrated to the point of madness…
So grateful for crumbs of approbation from
self aggrandised gurus sitting on their fantasy thrones.
I smile within, knowing their game…
I have seen and played it but with higher and better stakes.
They don't know mine yet…
It's still within me, who will discover it?
Who will recognise it?
Who will admit it?
I have time… so much time…..
it's a test…who will pass? ..who will fail?
I'm waiting…………..
One day…….one day………..one day…
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