When there was nothing to lean against but the conviction in his heart.
When no nods of approval or reassurance eased his questioning spirit.
When his will shook alongside legs fatigued from standing.
Because the fire inside felt warmest in this place of truth.
Because wavering felt like cheating on himself.
Because his inner fabric was stitched and fitted perfectly for a purpose he had no proof of, other than to feel it.
He’d be content with the beautiful dream that no one else seemed to see.
Because it was reward enough to look in the mirror and be proud of what he saw.
An uncompromised man of integrity.