Talent lurks in each of us,
Lies waiting for a prod.
Only when we wake it does,
It step where not yet trod.

This unvolunteering dormant part,
Then with joy its gift reveals.
A skill for life, a gainful art,
As if from elsewhere richer steels.

A talent new to transform your sense,
Of who it is you are.
Providing a feeling of purpose hence,
In your sphere, a brand new star.

But motivation may be required,
To first try your hand at much.
Such things to which not yet aspired,
Of this and that and such.

Then you'll be exposed to things,
Which will provide a circumspection.
And to life it then so often brings,
An unexpected redirection.

And all of a sudden you see a light,
One never seen before.
A prospect clear and shining bright,
Through a surprising open door.

Then you find you have within your clasp,
For what others doubtless yearn.
But which you naturally grasp,
Reward destined for you to earn.

A something which though others have sought,
You have a natural-born skill.
And with little but a search is bought.
With which your future life to fill.

A gift to enrich your sense of pride,
To hopefully benefit others as well.
Not to under a stone this hide,
Enjoy what about you talents tell.

And don't feel guilt for enjoyment felt,
When lost in its state of flow.
For life has with intention dealt,
This means for you to glow.

Then use it every chance you get,
To instill a sense of satisfaction.
And discouragement don't distract you let,
Or anything be a detraction.

And your life will be with a tool equipped,
For the best of you to plunder.
Once into talent a toe you've dipped,
And its daily sense of wonder.