He was the long awaited one

beloved of all his mothers

He came to fulfil the dreams of others

Handmaiden at his feet I fell

My palm caressed his head so well

With Pride and joy my heart did swell

His smile crumbled forlorn, bemused,

in the padded womb he was refused

not cherished but denied his due,

His bewildered longing grew and grew.

Son* and moon he came to be.

many hopes rested with he

who was Born with hopeful heart,

tested and wrested and torn apart,

They let him down

did not value

His true worth

Discouraged from his birth

Fit only to call numbers in ridiculous garb.

They let him down they did not fulfil HIS hope

abused his trusting with harmful swipes

that hurt him less than cutting snipes.

Turned away for speaking truth

bewildered man-child, helpless boy

Cast out beyond the filial roof,

But still he stood and would not bend,

a reed the gales had tried to rend.

A new life he gathered to replace

the old that slapped him to his face.

Sisters new of foreign hue,

olive skinned and strange of speech.

A lover too a castle strong

Bound up tough and out of reach.

As cracks appeared and fingers point,

Betrayed with kisses, two on cheek,

all were gone

They’d climbed their peak.

Their treachery burned his sanity

the worst betrayal of humanity.

Friended foes and worms that turned

Vixens growls bared unfurled teeth

Barbed wire cuts his hearts beneath

the moons he faced and cried forlorn.

No pride had he to break his fall.

Confused and weary, beaten down

gold pieces scattered from his crown.

Falling onto bitter soil

the childless soul could not atone

this innocent’s sacrificial foil.

The deed was done as was his moan

encased in glass as red as blood

alone, betrayed misunderstood.

His face so pained I looked away

my heart’s two pieces I did lay

Upon his brow to wipe his tear

with mine own hair

And end the tragedy we fear.

But lo, the feet of reed took root!

Planted firm on rocky ground

a holy oak did form a shoot.

Strong trunk did grow him around.

Fifty five lengths of courage maybe more

he guards his heart until he is sure

that only love can enter in,

No evil lies will sit and spin

around the stronger growing tree.

Form acorn small but tried and true

A new life! a strong life was not

killed but with strength grew

There stands the man

He is today

the childish trivia but away.

Dreams still dreamt, awake with tears

May continue on for years,

But with open eyes now he can see

The strength of his reality.

Baby steps are giants leaps

To get him to where he needs to be.

When this is over, dead and gone

He’ll still find strengths to carry on

No wind of travail can damage do.

He is tried and tested through and through.

He stand alone my

Frère Jacques,

Believes in himself and his own self is true

Plays no games with others hearts.

Avoids false cupid’s darts.

But there he is, look up and sigh.

The proud head held high!

He has won! He has won!

He is the moon. He is the SON.*

　

* not spelling errors