Missed Opportunities

I ran from myself today,
Didn't even realize it,
Till was much faraway,
From the missed opportunity.
Looking back In retrospect
It kinda stings.
Be I pride myself
On walking
Wholeheartedly Within purpose. My purpose.
Yet God came to visit me
Came to present an opportunity
And I declined. Turned it down.
Told the vessel that God came through
That was too much!
That I didn't like being put on the spot
And to make it worse
I didn't know any of my audience.
I was a part of a support system
For a family member

Planned to be in the background
Providing the moral support
And silent energetic force
That my fellow soul needed.
But here I was
Being put on the spot
After, for the very first time,
I proudly announced that I was a poet
As the answer to the question
“What's your occupation?"
I didn't desire to say unemployed.
And I didn't desire to explain
my entire developing brand.
So I simply decided to say
That I was a poet.
Clearly the God within
This gentleman Was intrigued.
I feel like I failed a test
By failing to tap into
The voice within
By failing To answer a calling
That I wasn't even consciously aware of.
I've gotta pay more attention.
No more missed opportunities

-Khushi Kaul