One Admirer
As he lay in bed with butterflies in his stomach,
and a heart that felt twice its size,
clutching at his chest with gratitude and excitement.
Someone finally saw him!
They saw his talent.
They saw his gift.
They noticed his skill with a brush and pen.
They found him in the lowest of all places,
saw right through his cordial gestures
and a forced grin.
They appreciated the struggle.
The real him.
Flaws and all.
And loved him still.
They saw beauty within the pain
and did not run away,
where so many others had passed him over.
They found him in dark corners
when he had almost quit,
feeling like a failure.
He had grown so accustomed
to the massive oversights,
yet this one truly shocked him.
Immediately, his soul rejoiced,
reigniting his sense of purpose.
Tears of gratitude
gradually filled his eyes.
A new love for his craft emerged,
and the heavy stone upon his heart
was finally released,
allowing the floodgates of emotion
to open.
It only took one
who truly believed in him.
This one admirer.
They helped him
to stay the course.
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