In Complete

Transparency is all he knows,
yet emotions are rarely shown,
from past mistakes, wisdom has grown,
his inner light outwardly shone,

On rainy nights, when skies were dark,
the bright in him would lose all spark,
sad anchored thoughts always embark,
cemented feet securely park.

Spectators come with everyday,
they posed with him in distinct ways,
he listened to the words they say,
left all alone in great dismay.

Complaints consume their hearts and soul,
always so scared to lose control,
ungrateful that they could take strolls,
with what they have he would feel whole.

He counts the blessings that he has,
within his mind, dances to jazz,
walks, runs, and skips through flowered paths,
moves legs, head, feet, along with hands.

Stands tall, proud, yet, ever so still,
allows his day dreams to climb hills,
imagination a great skill,
brings core to life, wishes fulfill.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #171 January 23, 2023