It Baffles Those Who Believe Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I've transcended,
My own perception of greatness.
And what that is,
And means...
To me!

I had attached success,
To 'things' and possessions.
That eventually collected
On them dust specks!

I had danced to receive,
Invitations with congradulations.
Attended by high profile folks.
From various professions...
Who sat around and joked,
About poor people and how they spoke!

I thought happiness came with good credit.
And bank deposits that increased with a breeze.
And to answer my doorbell...
To find impatient celebrities,
Looking just for me!
And having spending sprees carefree...
In exotic places only the wealthy
Could afford to see.
But...
When I achieved a peace of mind!
The kind that found me,
Telling others where they could go...
After kissing my behind!
I knew I had 'arrived'!
I knew something inside of me...
Was very much prepared to shine.
And put aside that drive,
To compete with hypocrisy!

I can only describe that as greatness!
A clarity that sets one free,
And stripped boldly from delusions.
Very few can brag they've got that!
And it comes without a hint of spotlight wished!

I've got that!
Blissfully.
And it baffles those who believe,
I am standing in the wings...
Imaging myself hearing and receiving,
Deafening applause!
When I am not in awe at all.
Not by that ego trapping.

I am more shocked...
I have lost a pair of matching sox!
After laundry I have washed!

I've transcended,
My own perception of greatness.
And what that is,
And means...
To me!
My peace of mind,
I have discovered...
Is my treasure!