Watery Eyed Fighter
We Meet Up and Down Sometimes
Magnets Pulled to One another
Him -Thinking of himself as a weakling
I – thinking of Him Beautiful in His Vulnerabilities
He was – IS
Quiet but Raging underneath
The Fake Smile – I see Right Through It
He Knows of His Strengths
But does Not Parade around
In Puffed Up – Peacock Style
He Sleeps In Music
But Wears a Suit
Not Armoured
But A Suit of Naked Skin
No Layers to peel off
He Just Is
IS:
Means That People have stepped
More than stepped on Him.
Hurt Him
He Turns His Cheek
Over and Over again
Not Concerned about Success
In This Messed Up world
Of keeping up
He Turns His Eyes Up
And Ignores The Cell Phone Ringing
Will He Hurt someone because someone has hurt Him?
I always wondered …
I Found Out .
The Answer is No .
He Just moves His Eyes Up and sits still
He is Not In Ruins
Because He stands Like a statue
Wounds don’t show
Tears Don’t Fall
He Knows Who has Got His Back
I saw His wings once
That’s when he Turned Shy.
He doesn’t turn his back for anyone
Not wanting to show his wings
Albeit Magnificent
Humility in his Fighting I guessed
Anything is Possible when You Are a Kid
He Remains That Kid
But still a Man .
Wise Child
Ego Banished
He Still Stands
Open Minded – Hearted
I Look at Him and Think
Wow !
You Just Are .
You are Not Trying .
And You still stand For what You believe in
Positive Charges Pull Me In
Like a roaring ripple that reaches the Sea
Drinks The Shore Up
And Wants More
Passion to You – Un-Plumed Man
More Strength To You
I think You Hold enough for Ten
I Look for You
and Find You
again and again .
Each Time You Hide Your wings .
Those Dreamy Beautiful things
That keep You so Human :it hurts .
Fighters Come into Life Not Wanting To Fight.
But In his silent gaze
I know What He is here For
Waiting for Me To Unravel a Little More .
Cat Forsley ©
