Slow steps turned to strides
And his eyes turned into piercing fire until they turned white.
I could see it every passing day
His hands wasn’t shaking no more
And his heart wasn’t on his sleeve
The shackles they used to pierce his worth was now his armor.
I heard from the crowd “How…did he do that.
As he jumped as high as he could and with a loud thump! To the ground!
He got up and bowed his head
And with a quick turn to the mirror he looked at me with a look I never seen before
He smiled.
I whispered with a tear in the corner of my eye I said
“Go…As high as you can”
The ground started to shake and the wind dance between his feet!
And that was the last time I saw him.
That was the last time I saw…me