painting by Ally Saunders.
King or Clown
“The most terrifying thing is to accept
oneself completely.”--C.G. Jung.
As a child, without language,
we soon discover the seeds of
our personality--then as we are
propelled along our educational
journey, we begin to find ourself
strongly attracted to certain things--
art, creative writing.
music, puzzles &
this attraction turns to
interest, & soon we start to
measure our skills, talents & dreams.
We fortunate folks,
it seemed to us, embraced
being extroverts, Type A’s,
& we found that we could
devour our studies like
ravenous carnivores--just as
we ran afoul of peer pressure,
candor & competition and were
able to excel in divers area, only
to then hear the accusations of
egocentric conceit, arrogance,
impatience & unreasonable anger,
just as we grow accustomed to our
parents, teachers & mentors always
measuring & rating our achievements,
pressuring us to focus on grades,
communication, writing skills,
A quick stroll through my home provides
amble glimpses of my achievements--
things in frames like
certificates & awards,
posters from plays, films
& recitals I have been in--
photographs of me with
celebrities, in costume from
plays, & holding an open mic
at poetry readings/performances,
as well as photographs I’ve taken,
& a copy of my own page in IMDb.
My wife easily tires of my self adoration & my
heightened self-esteem. She is fond of reminding
me of the less attractive side of my personality,
and that living with me provides more than a
healthy challenge for any human being. I find
myself thanking her for keeping me on an even
keel, & for completing me.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub "Poetics"