My Talent (Poem by Mark Borne)

Many places, I've come to know,
People of different cultures, too;
They all have their thing,
Something that they can do,
But not me, not yet,
My talent has yet to show up.
I write and write, plots
And twists and poems and
Even the rare favorite of
The readers I've lured
And ensnared in my blog.
Yet deep inside, I force myself
To write the words that meet
The lines of text and thoughts.
Then I turn to run, and
Find the wind upon my face
As I escape my life,
But it always catches up,
And the worries I face
Distract me, making the
Outside world obsolete.
Even in reading, I find
Myself buried in stories
That show misfortune in the
Lives of fictional characters,
Directly only to do as they
Were told by the writer.
And yet, in stories there is a
Beauty unmatched by reality,
A world that eventually
Results in kindness and
Peace and excitement.
And being in those worlds,
If only for a mere moment,
Is my hobby. If only I could
Be the character in the book,
Then perhaps I could
Discover the skill that is
My Talent.