He Will Fly

He Will Fly

He stands
Alone, but not
On the edge
Atop a precipice
At once a boy
A man emerging
A Warrior
Armed with passion
Armored with our love
Innate talent, intelligence
Ready to step off the edge
And in to his own
Eager
Forward facing
Life ahead

We stand
Just behind him
Cacophony of emotion
Hearts clenched
Airways tight
Baby, boy, man
First Steps
Belly laugh
Tears
Joy
Soccer
His every pain ours
Every laugh ours too
Loving

For him
Happiness exploding
Heart cracking
Knowing
Nudging, then
Frantic, reaching for his hand
Wanting to let him go
Needing to hold him
Tears streaming
Schizophrenic
Joy. Desperation. Laughter
Despair
Hope
Love,
So much love
He cannot fathom

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