High Noon
He is a proud manTall and well set
A public sinner
Come to terms
With his error
Forgiven by those
Who care
Disliked by those
Who don't
He walks unbent
With purpose
Yet with a grace
An openess
A gentleness
Which only comes
From vanquishing
The dragon of
imposed self doubt
His comport comforts
Those in need of solace
His kindness inate
Unconscious
His generosity
As normal as a
Deep breath
His strength theirs
For the taking
Earned in lonely
Self awareness
Valued only in
Its giving
Poetry by josephus

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Written on 2013-03-29 at 02:56




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