Raise your glass to the Seeker, the curious one
Always looking
for new adventures to spice up their existence
With unquenching
thirst for new sensations
Never leaves
stones unturned until the curiosity lives within.
Raise your
glass to the Risk-taker,
The one who
is brave to face fears and manages to win.
Even they
lose the passion burns unstoppably until they prove themselves right or wrong.
Chasing the
thrill of the unknown until their last breath goes out of their lungs.
Raise your
glass to the Believer, the one who has undying faith even when the days are
darker,
Even when
the nights are cold, they keep going.
No matter
how hopeless is the situation they’ve learnt to keep believing
As long
as they stay true what their heart dictates them – ultimate belief in higher
powers,
Confidence
unmeasurable, strong will.
Raise
your glass to the Builder – the one who is not afraid to turn the ashes into
lush gardens,
The one
skilled with hands and manner, language and presence.
The one
taking the most impossible projects turning them from dreams into reality.
The one who
is not afraid from the dirt on their hands, from the filth in their minds
As long
as they keep creating what they deem worthy of developing.
Raise
your glass to the Truth-finder – the one who never lives into the mist of what
the others think is appropriate.
Their hunger
for truth keeps them going into the vastness of the untold,
Their passion
for transparency moves them to the boundlessness of what was never revealed.
Their
longing for uncovering what lays hidden is dangerous yet captivating to be followed
–
Like a
play in the theater masks are falling – ugly truths on display, angry mobs
tailing.
Their courage
is tremendous, deserving recognition in the fake world we are currently live
in.
Raise
your glass to the Thriver – the one who stands still even through the harshest
storms,
The one
who turns each scar into a valuable lesson,
Making
each loss into an art of who be reborn stronger than before.
The one
who never claims they are broken even though every pain paints on their mind
and body.
They do
not seek for easiness but seek the deeper meaning
And in
every ending they still manage to find a chance be better.
Their
compass is called hope, the resilience is their form of art
And in silence
they sing the song of patience.
They
dance together with the chaos, maniacally laughing at the uneven odds,
They
knowing endurance can make them last this long.
…
And with
this poem my trilogy of remembrance of those who stay hidden comes to an end.
It was
my pleasure to shed a light on all of you who are often left unspoken
As if
your stories do not worth telling.
I raise
the glass to those I may have forgotten, it was never meant to be.
I salute
your strongest features, being true to yourselves in world where noise is the
currency of choice.
May your
inner strength quietly echo longer than the loudest pretenders try do.
To the
unseen, the loyal, the unapologetically real – my final toast is to you.
