Κυριακή, 9 Ιουλίου 2017

In the boy with the feet of a dancer, the heart of a lion
Swift movements, to exert his fire, his passion and pain

In the man who recently lost his sight, the eyes of the future
Brushes of maroon, turquoise, beige and lilac – to distinguish his perception of reality, his canvas of beauty

In the woman with Parkinson’s, hands of magic
Touch of keys, each sound a teardrop in her ocean of melodies, her breaths of late night memoirs

In the girl who recently lost her partner, the gift of patience, of insight
To resist the easy route, to feel the art in perseverance, in transient repetition
To console her past love’s past lover
To lay with her first love and tuck her in amid cycles of unconsciousness.


This, right here, this is who we are.
With all of our mistakes and weaknesses.
It is the decisions we have to replenish our ever-changing purpose.

A life without sacrifice is one worth defying.


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