PRODIGY

In nothing, they cried,
bursting in the mind,
privy to see,
busy in a sea,

of doubt and of laughter,
the days would remind,
of a straight and defined,
fingers on the rafters,

with a responsibility
a soul so free,
with an empathy
for suffering and disaster,

poetically,
humanity with no master,
showing the I in you,
breathing the life in me.