Where you were in complete darkness.
Stumbling to take simple steps.
Steps that require foot over foot maneuver.
Something so simple that a child could do.
Yet you couldn't.
Because your body, lead by your soul,
Is immersed in darkness.
And you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.
However, she holds a candle,
He holds a flash light, knowledge so bright.
Yet, stubbornly you refuse to ask for help.
"Men don’t ask for help" you say.
"They don’t show weakness"
Nor do they have the luxury of having a melt down.
"You need a soft heart,
And a uterus for those kinds of emotions" you say.
Some of your words pound so loudly in my head.
They repeat constantly.
Some I am unfamiliar with.
While others I plainly don’t want to hear.
So my mind races, and my heart rate exhilarates.
My fist clenches.
And my teeth grind.
And I get ready to run, because that's all I know how to do.
When the going gets tough, I get going.
So why do I stand with such conviction?
Such drive?
To stay.
When every part of my brain is telling me to go.
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