"Pay Attention!", Everything demands, tired of being ignored.

Unnoticed by eyes too focused on the opinion of others,

passed over due to humility of nature.

Everything beacons us to place importance 

and leaves us to decipher where true value lies.

Often in disguise, demanding ownership, quick to shift the blame.

The cup holds only so much, Everything cannot fit.

Dependent upon its size, only the chosen few find privilege there.

Room for some means others are left out, awaiting rediscovery.

Rearranging is necessary for life, organization leads to clarity.

Everything in its proper place will lead to flourishing.

Forgotten tools must be dusted off and polished once again. 

Honesty begs to be crowned, if we would only make allowance. 

Everything can then morph to reveal its true self. 

Then the real work begins.

Expectation

I can't bear the weight,

crushing under its merciless force.

Titles and status have been sought 

but conflict with the true self.

Should's and shouldn'ts haunt at every turn,

voices of deceit scream so loud.

The greatest enemy,

casting its net over everything.

Weeds that choke out life of what's inside.

What has to be pulled so that the sun can reach?

Who I see myself as and how others do never seem to line up.

Can't get a clear enough signal to download the program.

Life's gifts are clouded with guilt.

Selfishness inserts itself in every crevice. 

Who I am I to deserve attention and voice?

Anything I have to share is kept close at the expense of rotting.

Who will they know when I'm gone?

Will they even care?

Will they remember?

But more, will I be bold enough to share?