Always the way with you – a

Fragile little boy, hiding in the shell that
Remains of the man that might have been -
Ever ready to bear the cross of martyrdom,
Showing off the crown of thorns, the
Hat you have decided rests easiest upon your head.

Determined to be unhappy, and
Impossible to convince that the
Sunshine on your face and the wind in your hair
Are not to be feared, because the
Shadow hanging over you would be lifted – and
The warmth remaining too much for you to bear.
Each smile that comes to your face is a harsh
Reminder of the man that still could be…

[08/25/2009]