Liars

When people tell you who they are,

That is a lie. 

People are liars, 

Mostly to themselves. 

They tell you not who they are, 

But who they choose to be. 

They do not realize that 

They have the power to be 

Better, stronger, kinder

And fuller than they are. 

A person is not good or bad 

But a combination of

Their best and worst, 

Their ugly and their beauty, 

Their clever and their conniving, 

Their fear and their resilience. 

We lie when we shake hands and say 

'This is all I will ever be.' 

You can rearrange the stars 

If you reach far enough 

To grasp them in your hands 

And pull them into your orbit.

Live life with fingers outstretched 

For someone new to hold. 

Show them how much 

More the world can offer.