Hand Drawn Portrait of Nelson Mandela
by Norhashimah Erpelding
Sleeping, seeking a gauzy center
sensitive and serene
for unseeing eyes shut under lids.
Drowsing, disappearing into denseness
after long days that became
decades of holding to the dream.
Dreaming, entering darkness delayed
by undetermined dawn
somehow determined by destiny.
Passing, pausing no longer here
in prisons or parades, trading
his peoples' praise for Peace.
Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.