A Moment Of Respite

Imagine for a moment that you are free.

You breathe.

You sigh.

You exhale.

You relax.

But for a moment, you are safe.

Men walk a tightrope.

We stand upon a razor’s edge.

A fall to either side is sudden death.

We persevere.

We hide behind a facade of strength.

Where,

Alone in the shadows tears fall slowly against the night.

We compose ourselves in the dark before we step back into the light.

We wear the mantle of pride.

Boys think that this is a show of strength but I see it as a false bravado.

Real men cry.

Real men suffer.

All men need help.

Be human without shame.

Be who you are.

Fall but get up.

Don’t be afraid to ask for help.

Fail but try.

Learn to smile.

But then…

Cry. Cry. Cry.

How beautiful it is to have a woman by your side, who appreciates a moment of weakness that is in reality, a moment of respite.

A moment of respite.

Learn to cry.

Learn to cry.

Learn to cry.

That is the showing of a real man.

A moment of respite.