A Fleck of Special



Try as I might, I cannot seem to measure…




Where I land.  What I’m worth.  Or dare I even begin to try?


Sure, I’m bursting with things I want to say..so much to the point that they become all jumbled together inside me, and are hard to tell one feeling from another..untangle one word from another.


I speak it.  And it makes no sense.  Pauses, stuttering and desperate searches for the right words to speak make what would have been a glorious moment in verbal history look like nothing more than an idiot’s desperate rambling.


So how does one judge themselves, when the incredible lies buried inside the ordinary?


For me, it hibernates.  Some moments I feel like a babbling idiot and others something bursts from me I cannot explain,  only let my fingers feverishly type, trying desperately to keep up with all my mind has to say, quickly now, before it’s gone forever with the revealing of one stupid or misplaced word.  But always, it is there,  something special…something incredible,  waiting for it’s chance to reveal itself to the world.


But hidden inside this ordinary brown shell…. Inside the mind of a regular Joe who trudges each morning to a job she indescribably hates, is a fleck of special, hidden inside a mountain of ordinary.   Show can I show it?  How?


A little at a time.  I write the right words, I spell the right feelings, and I tell the right tale. 


And someone out there, who before was ordinary, suddenly feels a spark,  a shimmer….a fleck of special.  And suddenly, they pick up a pen…put it to paper….and the cycle continues. 


And suddenly, despite the ordinary shell, the special in me skyrockets my worth beyond belief, and I am worth more than any riches in the universe.


All because, just for a moment, I chose to show whats hidden inside my ordinary self.


A shimmer of great.


A sparkle of worth.


…A Fleck of Special.



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