The Mission Of Its Glitter. Poem by RIC BASTASA

of course, i have read a lot,
and admired more, and sometimes
i am into a sad thought that
i am lesser of them all, that
i have not achieved much and
i could just be another failure
on the loose.

it happens because comparison comes
with a jealous face, an insecure mind,
an adult full of biases and prejudices
losing what once was a child within
playful and truthful and always keeping
friends with everyone, quarrels that do
not last an hour, reconciliations that
occur just like sunrises and sunsets.

this i have arrived at, to be just myself,
to focus on what i have to offer and
to be free from the shackles of praise
and not be disturbed by the bites of
snakes or the noise of monkeys or the
the barks of dogs at midnight when i
am at peace with the stars.

it is this peace that is priced most.
not for sale, and not for giving.
it is this serenity of the sands.
though disturbed by the ebbs and tides,
it still dry themselves under the sun
and fulfill the mission of its glitter.