A Poem In Honor Of An Existence

In the lines he draws,

The words he speaks,

The touch he withholds,

The steps he takes

 

Lies a tremor,

As soft as a feather,

As visible as the air,

As sure as the fear

 

That reminds him,

He isn't normal,

He isn't worthy,

He doesn't belong

 

In this giant colony of humans who

claim to be unique but are all the same.

Who ridicule him for being

brave enough to inspire change.

They don't understand his

zeal and call him a freak,

But oh my friend, be assured,

you are creation's finest little streak.