Abstract: Be Me
I stepped to the podium and gripped both sides with sweaty hands,
the expectant faces staring up at mine, ready for my words.
The burden on my heart to produce a nugget worth holding onto,
grew quickly as I surveyed the audience.
Then, I spoke.
without cheap jokes,
or identifiable cadence.
I thundered from point-to-point.
My goal was to show them who the Lord created me to be,
That we don’t all sound alike, have the same stories, or present the same.
When I finished,
I received no applause,
No pats on the back.
I accept that.
I’m not here to be something they know,
I exist to be me,
My original copy of Him.
