Bearer of Strength

A poem about love and inspiration.

At my most beautiful,
I was never as divine
as you can be the hours before morning.
At my most generous,
I could never, like you
trade my existence for a tireless fight
against the ordinary darkness in humans.
At my most special,
I cannot say
that you don’t blow me away
with your faith in humanity,
however misplaced.
People grow, people change,
yet here, now -
you remain the same
and for that
I envy you.