Gifts

A poem I wrote long ago.

Can I create a masterpiece, a work of art that
Inspires and provokes those who see it?
Can I write a pieces that lifts the soul,
Or brings to light new knowledge, or creates new feelings?
Can I play music that defines a generation,
That transcends time and space through its beauty?
Can I speak with a voice that is powerful, moving,
To stir up a person, a nation, a movement?
No, one of these gifts have I been given,
No, I have but one gift to bestow upon the earth.
My heart is full of love, ready to be poured
Out, to transform the broken and defeated.
But alas, no one is there to receive it! So
My love sits, unused, useless, rotting holes in
My heart until it all flows out, and I’m
Left empty, broken, defeated.