CRISIE HUTCHINGS

He was a beautiful man

Harsh

Cruel at times

Separate

He doled it out

We lived it

Absent

But so beautiful

I adored him

Loved him

Hated him

Feared him

Needed him

Revered and respected him

I can see

Now from a distance

He was lost

Afraid

Angry

Terrified more like it

But you would never know it

To see his stature

His confidence

His arrogance

His certainty

Direction

Ruled with an iron hand

Stony heart

Maybe he was pretend

Maybe he was hollow

Maybe he was broken

His conscience wounded

Unable to grasp

Unable to feel

Pitiable now

Not the giant who once loomed

Nor the terror

Just contrite

Soft

Full of regret

And oh so beautiful