I've always feared him. Always.
Right from the day I realised
the immense strength of humility, love and sacrifice,
it's him that I've feared the most. Always.
It's not his rage that scares me;
but his patience.
A virtue that he saves behind a mountain of hope.
I'm afraid that it's cracking up slowly
and through the fissures of its melting endurance,
I see his silhouette... burning like a pyre,
eager to liberate all his inadequacies accused
by low lives worthy of nothing but ashes.
Ashes of his rage;
the remnants of violated forbearance.
Damn, I hope not for his resurrection,
but I can feel him crawl beside me,
awaiting nothing but a nod,
to unleash his fury.
I bloody do fear him.
The guy who bears it all.
The guy in my head.