And after he could no longer hide his anger with kindness,
and do good deeds for those who’d forget him…
After failure upon failure regardless of how many hoops he leapt through
or how many rules he’d broken…
After he’d burned all his bridges and all his rage,
and there was nothing left to try or curse…
Even after he’d given up and sought release by drowning his demons…
His mind turned back, to before his life of becoming,
when he alone was the little man of his nearly empty home…
And he saw…
There’s a lot we don’t say.