I am not special,
I’m just being me.
Doing the best I can,
The best to be free.
I’m not different,
I’m not unique,
I’m no more important than the next person.
Yet you seem to see me as something special
Something to hold on a pedestal,
As something great.
You think because I face challenges,
But do it with a smile,
That I am better than most,
Yet I am just being me.
Nothing special, yet everything to some,
I am light, yet I am dark,
With many faces, yet I am just,
Another branch on this tree of life.
(C) Karen Peatt 2009