I see you there labelled
among the Fall as person
grey without expectation,
destined, waiting, wanting to fail.

But there forming inside of you,
as a butterfly from a worm,
is authenticity as striving, wanting
to be more than you were born.

You rise up and fly when none
but me thought you had wings,
and the colours form in sunlight
for on this day you were born.

 

9/4/2025