Why Can’t A Man Cry?
Your pain shows the path to healing… you can’t escape from yourself.
Shout out to old friends…
We all deserve to heal, whatever that looks like. We all deserve to believe. We all deserve to be free. We all deserve to be happy.
Tired of all the posturing.
Tired of the fear that fosters it.
Tired of seeing feelings as preposterous.
Why can’t a man cry?
Why can’t a woman be angry?
I feel all the time…
Ignoring them never saved me.
That way of life played me.
Everyday was strife stricken.
Strong emotions struck at random.
While sitting.
While standing.
While sleeping.
Said I can’t fit in,
but that levy was leaking.
You can only stem the tide for so long.
Thoughts that have been inside,
they grow strong.
The energy of a full moon will enter me.
Night sky brings a fast rise to a special surprise.
Demons ask,
“Do you remember me?”
Thought they had been drowned by time
flowing steadily.
But while I tried to run,
they stayed one step ahead of me.
Thought they were dead to me…
They just wait til I make it to bed to peek,
their head through the walls
from which water seeps.
I was blind to see,
my eyes barred me from true belief.
Those walls start to weep,
crying for the younger me.
The one who didn’t understand the suffering.
And had an open door
where you would think a buffer be.
Now I see,
acceptance is always comforting.
Now I’m not much older,
but much wiser.
Instead of hiding,
I observe the tide rising.
Now I’m surmising,
its life’s waves that I’m riding.
Some days better than others,
on life’s waves seems I’m striding.
Other days,
I feel my boat is capsizing.
And that’s okay.
Never take my eyes off the horizon.
Now I can move forward with those demons beside him.
We hold hands.
I need to know where they are.
Got more plans.
Heed the growth…
I’ve come far.
My mistake was trying to keep them away.
They’re a part of me
that I denied everyday.
And as I grow old,
I just want to be whole.
Make friends with the fear
so that I can be bold.
First have to question
the things we are told.
Suffering we deny
is what grabs us and holds.
There’s no strength in ignorance,
you can’t run from your soul.
Take the pain as a lesson,
let it inform our perspective…
So beautiful to behold.