Heroic

I.
He laughs like he’s letting go of this weight on his lungs
like he doesn’t smoke Newports at a pack a day.

II.
There are things he has seen as a child
moments you can see his eyes far off, imagining
lost in his daydream
remembering
and promising he will not let his future reflect his past.

III.
This man stands in front of me
with Hershey brown eyes
they are grounded and wise and alive
they speak to me with a clear conscience.
Passion. Family. Perfection. Honor. Pride.

IV.
I have seen men move mountains and refuse to look inside themselves
you are a warrior
a person of such virtue
that he has constructed himself all over again
there is no honor in cowardice
but there is reverence in becoming something noble in the absence of light.

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