The last corner of a cube of light

From the moment he appeared in this world he shone like a star. His baby face was like no other

. A cheeky smile like he already knew his mother,

he had been here before.

A soul that had already lived on this earth he finds it difficult to to accept his worth. Pressure to live up to the three lives - shoes he thought he could never meet. He had no idea he was just starting.

One day he will realise that his heart, his empathy, his calm, it is a gift. It is healing.

 

In the pace of life he has the ability to stop and listen.

He just doesn’t use it yet .

Energy,

Resilience ,

beats in his fingers,

his toes.

 

A force he tears through - like a fast powerful tornado but in slow motion. Touching everything with grace and playing music with each strike, - the sound that will linger will be the smile on his face,

For when this man smiles he prints a tattoo in your mind.

 

Time and time again darkness tried to bring him down and he felt he had to fight alone - little did he know - he was taught all his strength by his creators, and they built him three other corners to make him a wall.

 

He was the last of the cube of light which would make it shine bright.

 

He didn’t know that he was the bulb that made everyone else’s heart beat.

 

I hope he does now x