Lion.

I await your roar, I await your signal.

I recognize who you are,

Not through a rose colored lens

But through the only lens I know

I can only judge the person

You have been to me.

That person is truly

The best parts of you,

The parts you may not see.

Don’t wrap yourself in what has happened

Instead dive into what can be

A story being written

Beyond our control

Throughout the years,

Teaching us lessons simultaneously.