Through the lens of the flesh seen as unworthy,
wrapped up in a space of judgement they slaughter him.
Yet beneath the mask of a smiling face fearless a child lay, Needing to be loved the right way.
Never ask for permission to be loved or accepted due to fear.
His heart lay a layer of steel for one who dear to come in.
He is charming free in heart and soul broken to the world for which no one knows.
Behind the curtain lay the quietness of day the pillow of comfort to a soul of higher self-lifting.
More than the flesh to the eves of the soul Seeing him is all it took.
A letter to my reflected soul I see you beyond the skin.