Glow

There once was a man, that never left his home,
Without a destination, nowhere to roam,

Alone in his head, a dangerous place to be.
The suffering was intense, brought him to his knees.

Seems to have ended, now easier to cope.
Times are more bearable, no time to mope.

Being a hermit, no choice of his own,
Took getting used to, now happy he's alone.

Having a dog to play with, allows moments to distract.
Man became a writer, his faculties intact.

Not afraid to go out, just simply no desire.
Not looking for a job, no interest for hire.

To write is good therapy, It balances the soul.
Keeps the man busy, makes him feel whole.

People should not judge him, without walking in his shoes.
His life was on the line, he had much to loose.

He did not choose this, he was victim of a joke.
He had times that he was poor, moments when he was broke.

If people give him a chance  and simply say hello.
They might be surprised, in his eyes he has a glow.