We Are The Cogs

I’m Nobody! Who are you?

Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886

I’m Nobody! Who are you?

Are you – Nobody – too?

Then there’s a pair of us!

Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!

How public – like a Frog –

To tell one’s name – the livelong June –

To an admiring Bog!

I adore poetry the ins and outs

Which innately, elegantly tells each of us

What, who, where, we are, and never completely leading us to be

more or less than who we were meant to be

I suspect that if you sat with me, Nelson, Leo, Gandhi, or Emily

It would all come to the same place

If our hearts are true

Never wishing to be more or less

Just wanting to take the next step

From our lil step

Or be the cog under your heel to help

You get across

Our spines would gladly be the bridge

We know the truth about it all and

It is not us but the journey

Getting us all there

We all bend along the way

With the Faith of unbridled unbroken holding all the

The nobodies and the most brokenness of us all

Our overcoming will be overcome

While we illuminate others

From a bog of blogs Shhhhh

We are the cogs! ✨✨✨

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