Things happened, and
He bore them stoically, as is his way,
He let them shape him, he endured.

Things happened, and
He battled, shattered, but determined,
Born again from grief and pain.

Things happened, and
He built a fort with a towering wall,
Existed inside, with his pain and his pride.

Things happened, and
He let me in, gifted me his trust,
I am more, being his, than I ever was before.