The Sonder Son's Unsharp Mask Poem by Tristian Ford

The Sonder Son's Unsharp Mask

I know a man who has been alone for some time now.

He entertains himself and always stays busy.
He doesn't mind being alone or eating by himself.
He will not share himself with everyone,
not even just anyone,
just so that he can feel wanted or needed,
even when he wants to and needs to.
Because the fact is,
He knows his worth and how invaluable he is.
He's already been through a lot
like anyone else in the world has or is going to.
He's strong.
That is where he gained his strength.
But unlike many other men
who would have fallen victim to the battles he has had to fight,
HE PERSEVERED!
That's why he knows his worth and has a reserved demeanor.
Yet, He wouldn't wish the things he went through on anyone.
But at the same time,
he knows he wouldn't be the man,
let alone the person he is today,
without those battles.
This man had been building himself
before he was conscious of becoming a man.
He will not allow anybody to tell him who he is, and they definitely cannot tell him
how he should live his life,
He knows who he is and where he's headed.
Anyone who doubts him will be proven wrong. Those who stand in his way will soon get discarded.
He has no clue how he has made it this far,
mostly on his own,
often looking back on the particular actuality
that getting this far on his own has been hard.
He is always looking for someone who can be an asset to his life,
Someone who can match his energy and build with him and him with her.
The trouble is
Finding someone like that is as rare as he is.
It's hard to touch, hard to hear, hard to hold,
hard to keep at times, it's much harder to be.
And that is something/someone hard to see.
Them being resilient together with a strong faith in providence and each other,
a firm belief.

He has already discovered his identity.
He believes that she can help him feel,
if not to be, complete.
Through his encounters with other people,
he always realizes that what he really seeks
is his rightful place in this world.

He's not the only one who can say,
He is Me.

Monday, November 27, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: patience
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