Growing pains

They say you can do anything
you set your mind to; then they ask you
what you want to be when you grow up.
When you answer them,
the thorns begin to show.

I told them I would be a priest;
they said I wasn’t man enough.
I told them teacher, journalist;
they said my skin was way too thin,
that I could not hold the attention of…

I grew into my too-thin skin
while they were looking the other way.
I told them I would be a priest;
my weaknesses became the tender spots
where who I am bleeds through to what I do.

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4 Responses to Growing pains

  1. Jenny LaRiccia says:

    Love this. You are an inspiration

  2. Roger Talbott says:

    So often, when I need inspiration, I click on the link that takes me to this blog. Thanks for this.

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