I strive for grace,
Humility,
Gentleness
In every word and footstep,

But I am not quite graceful.

I write and speak so fast
That my handwriting is a cipher
My words intertwined
And oftentimes
Unintelligible.

I have never worn
A white shirt
Without spilling coffee on it.

I am clumsy,
Clunky,
Awkward –

Passionate,
Powerful,
Direct –

A force of nature
Undeterred
By ideas of gentleness
Made law by humankind.

I am not quite graceful –
I do not have the time
With this magic
Running through my veins.

Where did I learn
To value grace
Anyway?

I think I’ll choose to value
Me.

I am not quite graceful –
I have greater things to be.

Written by Helen Rose on March 4, 2019