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 .
beats in his fingers,
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