I have a talent for less

and an aura pristine

(but for holes, and stains

among cadres of things)

I ache to feel better

am a puzzle-less clue

with a talent for less

and thoughts to chew.

Everyone

is good

at something...

the key

and

the difficulty

is discovering

what

that thing

is.

Thus,

the real

superpower

is

the sticktoitiveness

required

to get to that place

while

you don't know where

you're going

or if

you'll ever get there...

till

you do.

Silence is a superpower for those who are truly brave

Immediately defending ones-self or jumping to conclusions happens too often

Learning when to speak and when to listen has become a lost art

Everyone has their own story and own mind and are quick to jump in

Never really stopping the flow to consider that others have more to say

Calling the shots instead of following the lead of a friend

Engaging in conversation should not be such a competition

Sometimes we are so caught up in ourselves, we forget our supporters

Anybody worth keeping around requires some relationship maintenance

Veering off topic can prevent those closest to you from asking for help

Even if they don't need saving, they might need to feel heard

So silence, though difficult, is a superpower for friends in need

Some people are born on top of the hill

And it's lovely for the ones who are

The power to excel from the start

It's a wonderful feeling, for sure

That is, unless they realize that

what they're good at

they don't like doing

very much at all

Talent...

A blessing to some,

a curse to others

Wings to some,

a cage to others

A sure sign that

the only sure gift to any

is Hard Work:

The true superpower often overlooked

The true superpower often underestimated

The true superpower anybody can have

Holding my past against me

Even when I said I repented

Telling me that I will never succeed

Even when I keep getting back up

Denying me every single time

Even when I never stopped showing up

Saying that nature never changes

Even when I keep saying that I changed

Laughing at my desperation

Even when I said that I have nothing else

Judging me without knowing what's in my heart

Is it a superpower everyone is born with?

Talent is not a superpower

Everyone has it

In some way or form

And therefore no one has it

A rare fortune bestowed

Everyone does not have

The chance to discover their talent

But some have it

The potential to work with more power

To rise above the naturally gifted

To dream of fortunes greater

Everyone has it

This is an insult to the hours.

I am not special

I am ruthless

I seek truth like it

hurts me to do less.

My art is more

than mere minutes

I bore into it

I just love to write

to rhyme when they tell me not to

love to find that kernel of proof

that grain of sand they took

with my word. My mind is driven—

not by destiny, but by pride

Skill is more than

talent over time

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i claim to not believe in talent

that it belittles artists

who work hard to be skilled

but i don't have another word

that explains why i'm like this

why i can so clearly see

everything in my mind

before i make it

why my brain is like a track

for words to cross through

from some part of the sky

to the ground

it's never been difficult for me

to think of the right words

unless i have to say them out loud

but i don't believe in talent

so i just say i'm not good

Talent. Tantalizing, too tall to reach, and yet

Ceases to be itself when you climb for it

The envy of the average, the drug of the exceptional

A gift from God grasped by the fingers of Want

Want although we do not know its meaning

Want although we question its mattering

It lies deep within us

Tangled up in our obsessions and drives

The minotaur in the maze, the string that we follow, and the bride who waits with held breath

Its size does not matter, it fills us the same as it leaves us empty

The talent to sing is not the talent to smile

The talent of mind is not the talent of hands

But these talents, living in our bodies like a spirit of their own

Are nothing more than the insatiability for skill

And a raw hope that we may one day see what our Want already does

The God given

head start

that the Hare

had wasted

and the Tortoise

worked for.