madiba
06 Dec 2013
i sag against my work’s wall upon hearing.
shock, relief, despair, happiness, hope
hope for the country to forge a new image
a moment granted to let go of the previous one
and all its attachments
the warmth of his smile and his being
instant trust
all the hopes we held, poured into this person, our hero
flawed and human, yet so obviously not
a symbol holding such different dreams, with such poise
i met him once, in a box, at the ballet,
thinking about it, don’t think i even looked in his eyes, shy as i was
though felt the strength
behind his soft voice and in his firm hands,
as they wrote, to inspire another
who hadn’t yet grasped the import of this man
for himself:
simply led by others’ awe
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