Confession

The man butting heads
with you may look 
intimidating, but zoom
in and you see tear
marks and look into his
locker room and you
see the doll he rocked
to sleep and look
at his couch and see
a stuffed toy he
bought for his wife
and look at the crease
in his eyebrow and
see years of worrying
about the family
he still prays will
never leave him.

— Poetry
 — nominated, Best of the Net