It was nothing special

It was nothing special

We are all reborn from the ashes

Of our past

He wasn’t too pleased to be ignored

Which made him more of a narcissist

Than a miracle

Perhaps he was unused to candour

Although it is better than indifference

Which is probably the worst thing

To fake

At least hate is a feeling.

I saw him rise

It was something to behold

But I didn’t say that

It was what he wanted,

Worship rather than friendship

There was more than a hint

Of superiority

In his eyes

I thought his bubble needed to burst

Enabling him to fall

Gently back down to earth

Where children play

And green grass grows

Between your toes

If you stand still for long enough

Love of self needs tempering

With humility.

In a reflection

From a barroom mirror

It took a while to recognise the signs

There was still so much

That needed to change

There was no magic to it

More a trick of the light

Refracted through a window

Perhaps it is a good thing

To remember

We can all make good

On early promise

Given time

A prevailing wind

And a second opinion.