Men, it’s time we step up and be the human beings our world so badly needs.
A couple weeks ago I broke down crying
To a brother, a best friend, over FaceTime
I’d be lying
If I told him it’s all good
When he asked me how you doin’?
I needed to cry; for days I waited to call
Stepped from a precipice
Surrendered told it all;
I felt ripped up like a monster
What got me through it was the page
To mature means understanding
When we’re told that it’s our age.
Realize we all feel broken
We hold ourselves together
Looking at everyone else as if
Idols of perfection
Shining like a moon in which
This monster’s meant to howl.
My friend called me today and
He was hurting too
Now I’m doing better
I just hope to help him through;
Each of us a soul
Shattered, remnants of the spirit scattered
On the floor — iridescent and imperfect
What does it mean to be a man.
Masculine and feminine inspire
Our soul, wondrous mystery of
Night, clarity and warmth of day;
They marry and bleed
Into dusk and dawn
Flowing as seasons of awakening and rest
Shedding leaves as tears to be reborn as flowers
Blossoming with years
Wisdom manifest in
Fear inundates our thoughts of
What we can and should and long to be;
Supposed to be — defined with opaque clarity
When all I long to be is me;
What are we made for?
What are we here for?
What of the primal may we return to
And bring into a world in…