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The Promise of This Man

by Steven Craig



I am a man that has both his sensitive, warm and tender side, and that which is firm and hard, and at times, cold. But I know that I would never be cold with you, less it be a time that I find the trust I have put in you betrayed. The other ways of my personality are to be had then as you may find them on any given day.

I said I make no promises. Perhaps to you that means that I care not for your feelings. How you may feel, I will not change. What matters is how I feel. I make no promises, for they are words and too easily forgotten by the ones that make them, and too depended upon by those that need them. My deeds, my actions, my ways of living speak for me better than my words. People that come to know me realize that there is a reason I make no promises. I make no excuses for my lack of words when someone asks of me a promise. I can only do my best, offer my greatest respect and understanding, and commitment. If that is not good enough, then I fail. But I make no promises.

If a person holds true to their commitments and ideals, no mere word can hold them to it firmer. If a person has such shallow disrespect for another, no great pile of oaths can keep them. I speak the truth with any commitment I make, and give to another the utmost I can be.

I feel that I must explain, that to me, a promise is too much to expect of anyone, even me. To me, the promises I have made are commitments held dear to the death, never to be revoked or rescinded. Not matters taken lightly. A promise, is blood, it is breath. Too much, the old romantic am I, an anachronism alive and breathing and feeling unrelenting that ones word is ones soul. A promise to me, is nothing short of love, and like a highwayman of old, I would meet that promise I make, though hell should bar the way. And much as his fate, so would mine be now but for the twists of fate.

You do not know me. I do not let much out too quickly, I do not brag, I do not sell myself, and would rather sit on the fence than have all the pretty toys. I want few things, willing to give far more. But what I am, what makes me the person I have to live with all my days, I will not compromise. I have the power. I need no ones approval to be me, or to make the choices I have made. I lead my life, and look to no others to do so. I seek no others approval for what I am or what I do. But when I find it, when I do find the respect of the few I respect, it is for them that I will do all. Sometimes, it has nearly broken me, but always I will give all I got until I die. That is what my life is, a promise to be all that I can, the best way I know how, never surrendering, failing only when the last drop of blood has long dripped to the ground and dried into the soil.

07/28/2006

Posted on 07/29/2006
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