MAKING AN APPEARANCE

In the shadows he stand,
sequestered; closeted.
Deposited here for just the right
moment. A friend in hiding,
confiding in the pure in
thought. Imagined or real,
a big deal in life as in death.
But his business in undone,
and despite the warm gun,
he needed to find his happiness.
Peace in the arms of sweet
mother’s love, rising above
again to stand tall, second
room down the hall he resides
no one hides from the truth
for even in youth the boy is wise
beyond his years, or so it appears.

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