You knew all along, didn't you? Knew you would end up right here, where you stand.
Stand up, stand still, stand off, stand alone.
How do we stand? Shoulders heavy with regret the mind refuses? It will take its toll, acknowledged or not. Feet pinned to the ground by guilt denied? It will weigh down, authorized or not. Head turned away by shame ignored? It will pull in the wrong direction, licensed or not.
The shadow cast by this mountain of slights will show you who you really are.