The bravest among us
facing the world
losing to win
keeping rhythm
scars and lost limbs
No fears and no regrets
Inside them glory
from outside them a rain of pity
The surface winners break the finish line ribbon
gritting photogenic teeth, harvesting approval, holding trophies
I see the legless man subjected to a forced humility
And with that he understands much beyond
Beyond the hotshots with their social media film crew
Beyond the illusion of winning that lasts days
The people who lost part of themselves stand brave
walking forward a higher honesty
Shocking the superficial world
That tends to crash without warning
They shine distilled rays of hope to the rest of us
who are numbed by unfulfilled expectations
Lighting up our mundane paths with their persistance
As we quit and give in to simple whims
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