On Seeing A Photograph Of An Old Friend.

I knew you'd sparkle one day.
Outside those high fences of that school.
Outside the small minds of that village.
Lessons and books couldn't teach you how to live.
And now...my god, now, well just look at you.
A thousand heads would turn if those
That dictated your self esteem could see you now.
They couldn't predict your viberance. Full colour.
Neither could you.
But, I...I always knew you'd sparkle one day.