This one hit me today; inspired by the release of the GCSE results

5%

(for Gabriel)

You are one of them -

the 5% that exist head down

in the corridors.  Buried in a book that

takes ages to

read; red in the face from

getting things wrong.

Quiet and small; fringe grown long -

too scared to walk

tall. Stuck in a puddle muddied

by their scorn.

And yet -

You are one of them - 
who fly into

the wind, to make themselves
stronger. Refuse to give in. 
Answer bullies with grins - holding tight

to that passion that burns in

your bones. A purpose;

a reason to break free from

the clones.

Big hearted; straight spined and

uniquely defined.

Be ready;

the right door is
at last swinging ajar. It

needs just one tiny shove -

a deep breath; a step through.

It needs you.