Unwritten Echo

  Here sits a broken man, his heart shattered by all those he once believed would take his hand. He remembers how freely he used to give himself, how he showed up when others were drowning, how he carried burdens that were never his, how he stood in storms that weren’t his to navigate through. He believed loyalty was something that circled back, he believed love, once given would echo, so when his own world began collapsing, when the noise in his head grew louder than his strength, he did the one thing pride usually forbids a man to do, he reached out. His hand wasn’t stretched for applause or pity, it was stretched in raw desperation. He was not calm about it, he was not composed, he was screaming for help like a madman, not because he was crazy but because pain makes even the strongest voices tremble and yet, the hands he thought would hold him withdrew slowly or never moved at all. Some looked away, some minimized his struggle, some convinced themselves he would be fine and that...