If I am Not

My heart was aflame because I wasn’t as poetic as her.
My music was lost when I realized I couldn’t sing like him.
Or play an instrument like that.
My art was gone when I compared it to Van Gogh.
My spirit died when I couldn’t be everyone else.
But I didn’t realize I just needed to be.
If God needed another them He would have made two instead of making me.

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