Optimist

at the back of his mind
he knows he can do it

less the nevertheless
sans despite and respite

a ball of fire keeps burning
inside his heart
his feet have wings
his eyes light rays of the sun
penetrating the abyss of the
unknown

black clouds open
whirlpools stopped
every element in celebration
for his entrance to
the higher level
the existence of lightness
of this free electron.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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