The small boy would not sit still at
the table
That he spoke thru silence is no
fable -
He walked away to capture a bus.
That he would rather jump like a
super hero
than fall tragically into a sum of zero
So ran the wall and leapt off the
cliff of plus.
Survival is a lonely empty place
There are no mirrors one needs to
face
Growth shall be a process of
separation
As the actions to be - are too, the seeds
Of who he is and be may be; the deeds
Are eyes left to stare at the risky
resolution.
That door, that very door is more.
Heavier to carry; lighter if merry
Enter gently nevertheless, enter
intently
You will face only, the empty space
The wells of solitude shall bring
grace
Though never - ever to be contently
For chance can happen
Within the swirling moments - and then
Change may seek your mind once again.
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