someday, somewhere we’ll be free; be free with doors unlocked and open, nothing holding us back
my wife’s patience is the stuff of legends. at 18 a man-child promised her he’d conquer the world and gift it to her to wear as her crown; and she believed him. now poor, periodically employed and back against the wall, he scrambles to fight back the growing failures, desperately searching for his “way out” that will give him a chance. he doesn’t care about success, nor victory; he’s only one goal in mind: being worthy of her love. now exhausted, eyes cloudy with defeat closing in, he gathers his strength, straightens his back, and redoubles his efforts, driving back the enemy caught off guard by his never-ending determination. he cannot fail, for she loves him; he cannot quit, for she believes in him; he will not give in, he will be victorious. my wife’s patience is the stuff of legends; so too is my resolve.