Unmade

Like a Klimt,

Gold and yearning.

Benefactors frozen in time.

All concealed in the recesses of your mind.

You have it all:

The mysterious talent others envy,

The innate skill to be the best,

But it’s chained behind your unbreakable will.

I do my best

To get through to you,

To make you realize this wealth

That you bury so deep inside your fragile self.

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