Fragile - 20 Mar 2004
We look strong standing on a hill
Rigid and strait
Like glass we break
In our wretched state crushed and alone
We seek our way across the stone
When family comes with arms open wide
Afraid to look we often hide
"Stand strong! stand tall, men don't cry!"
Slowly we believe that we're ok
All I want to do is make this hurt go away
Through love unending a path is reviled
"You can tell me your pain"
"In Love you can yield"
And through the hurt that we share
The family is strong
No member bare
What am I talking about
I had written this about three months after I had learned that a good friend
of mine had died.
The thing was that for the longest time I couldn't grieve for him
because of all the crap that we
get caught up in. The world tells us that things don't matter and
we should just pick up and
carry on. That men don't have feelings and that if you do feel
there is something wrong with
you.
For all this time I couldn't grieve for my friend, it bothered me and I
would repress
everything that I felt. The night I learned he had died I drank
all night untill I couldn't feel and
still that didn't help at all. Finally I was able to talk to a
close friend of mine and share what I
was feeling.
Things have been better since then and while I still think about him
and the fact that he is dead
it dosen't have the same ill effect on my life.
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