Newness

Something in me tries and vies to become something ‘great’.

Deep down (though really it’s not a very deep thought)

I think I want to be ‘someone’

I want to be at the ‘centre’

Known, liked and wanted.

Someone ‘special’.

I want to get there on my own

To be seen for having ‘done it’

Myself.

But it is

Something of

An illusion.

Not much of ‘me’

will survive

If I want it to be

‘all about me’.

The me that

I want to be

Is selfish

And that will

Crumble away.

Insubstantial:

it will melt

Like

Molten chocolate fondant.