Un Héros Très Discret
Are you
cold?
You stood
there naked, so vulnerable and proud
you peeled
your clothes off
in calm and
calculated moves and surgical precision
- what a
bold decision! -
under the
harsh neon social media lights.
So plain,
no-nonsense and simple was your fashion,
but you
looked bright & regal, humble & on fire.
Did you
grab the controller and beat down Insecurities with Passion?
and I can
only imagine, how many souls you can inspire.
So clear
and honest, like childhood tears,
were your
writings on the wall under the brutal spotlight.
Some
shadows out there might be lurking for a fight
but you
don’t need to test your might
-
you
gently asked for some respect
despite you have the right to damn demand it.
So brave
to expose your skin in all its scarred and
handsome glory
reveal you are a wounded Leon at heart
though you can be the best Chameleon, too.
And for the scattered fragile moments
the tiny minutes you allow yourself to feel the
chill
and taste the blood specs off re-opened wounds,
I’d like some day to be half step closer,
offer my blanket and a band-aid, or two…
To
S. Leonheart
