The Front

He used to put on a front: A man with the strength of a thousand boulders with a mind as fragile as a snowflake and a heart any woman could tamper with. An unguided soul in the wilderness, striking this and killing that. Never wanting to acknowledge the consequences of his impulsiveness. What a shame he once was. He sits there now in the corner, staring at nothing as his back faces the world. Like a tiger in a cage, the jail cell has tamed him, but the beast inside will always lust for freedom. A bell tolls and he suddenly realizes he can't hide away forever—a cowardly action in and of itself. That feeble shadow of a man now stands and sways as he turns to face what he has kept away for so long and reveals his true self.