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Greatness – A Priceless or Cheaper Version of You?

For those of you who don’t know, I am a fierce football fan and Arsenal football club are my beloved team. I am a believer in greatness and it is something I was fortunate enough to witness with our ‘Invincibles’ team of the 2003/4 English Premier League season. A team that complimented each other so well, a delight to watch, but has also burdened us with an expectation from all footballs quarters to do it again and again without a bad performance in between.

Frustratingly for many of my fellow supporters we had an 8 year gap of nothing especially great at all. I was watching a recent game which suggested everything is falling into place now and that either the stars have aligned over the Emirates Stadium or the vision of our manager called for us to have patience as we waited longingly for the best to come back.

His obvious to me goal, made me think of all the talented people I have come across, who have a similar way of thinking even though their chosen field of play is very different. There are sacrifices on this tunnel visioned road and there will be casualties on the lay-by and sanity is strenuously tested as they hold strong the belief that they know where they are headed. I am always in awe of this strength of character even if at times it can be perceived as selfish, stubborn, egotistical and detached.

Quick fixes are a misleading answer and it is a sadness that our world today bullies its inhabitants into being a cheaper version of themselves and not a priceless one. The pressure to have it all in the time it takes you to brush your teeth is immense and the impatience to obtain all that you seek will come with false friends who don’t believe in you in the long-term.

The word itself ‘greatness’ suggests that its meaning is vast and bigger than we can ever imagine. Greatness to me is allowing someone the room to breathe and discover as I know through personal experience how constraints can lead us to simply exist and not live. Allowing people space and freedom implies that you are ready for greatness too. It is a characteristic that, in this ME ME ME age, is a rarity. Maybe one day, it will be popular again.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2015

‘One of the lessons that I grew up with was to always stay true to yourself and never let what somebody else says distract you from your goals’

~

Michelle Obama

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She Be a Poet: Seeds Beneath The Snow

Two seeds are frivolously planted, roots begin to grow

the gardener and his shovel made a groove beneath the snow.

With words and without warning, she tries but can’t forget

one side thoughtful gentleman, the other makes her fret.

Once more retreat begins, protective cloak she wears

hiding so her eyes can’t see, the net, unpredictable snares.

Who she is, is not enough, painful, usual, truth

Soul sore of being second best to fantasies and youth.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

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She Be a Poet: New Moon & Cherry Tea

New moon you came along tonight with messages confused.

You told me what you dream of, once again you left me bruised.

New moon I put the kettle on, it whistled while I bled.

New moon your brew was bitter-sweet, I choose Cherry Tea instead.

Hot and sometimes scolding, test me by temperature.

I learn to wait for tepid eau , burned mouth there is no cure.

New moon you have a way with words they trickle down my cup,

But cherry won’t allow for waste,

Crimson sweetness won’t give up.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

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She Be a Poet: Mystery Maker

Mystery in the making from opening my eyes
Knowing deep within my soul the secret there it lies
You won’t believe me when I say I’m ok not confused
You labelled me and there it stuck between my high-heeled shoes.

Mystery unravelling, blowing subtle breeze
Uncoiled and ready for the sun, sand grains caress my knees
What I can see may not be clear for vultures poised to taint
The present, an artists canvas, eager for me to paint.

I can tell what they remember so my mystery remains
Intuition like mighty Hercules, strong, refusing to wane
Speak to those who listen, they often tell us this
All ears at your first sentence, then kill you, deadly kiss.

My mystery is all I have it keeps my mind from madness
My dreams you know are safely kept, no drama or endless sadness.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014