Everyone who enters my life
comes with a gift.
I might see it immediately.
Or it might take me years,
through a lot of tears,
Fears and even jeers
Before my heart's eyes
Can pull away the disguise
And reveal the gift.
And it is always there,
Waiting to be uncovered.
Sometimes the gift is Practice.
Oh how hard that gift can be.
When I must practice being
The best version of me.
That gift of practice
Enhances my very essence
And that is as it should be.
I am grateful for all the gifts
That each and every one brings.
For each gift enhances
The me that is magically
And lovingly evolving.
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