when the smoke clears and the dust and ash has settled
hark, what soldier still standing, firm, undeterred?
It is the good man.
Niceguyety notwithstanding, he can take a wound, can take a bullet.
And he has. But he's not worried.
He has seen far worse.
With every battle, though victor of none, he's made stronger yet.
Resilient, Hopeful, Intent.
Chivalry rises again before the ten-count, before all is lost.
boldly looking in the face of despair.
"Is that the best you can do?"
Hope dangles on a string like slow-spinning redemption.
"I know that you don't think you're ever gonna find someone else. But you will. I promise you, you will." - Jim Halpert.