It
often occurs
That
the definition of life
Can
never be woven in a tapestry of words
Because
words always betray
The
deepest of emotions
The
deepest of fears
The
deepest of the shame
That
you've kept hidden
For
years
From
the world
From
the eyes and ears of the ones who truly matter
But
it also often occurs
That
the true meaning of life
Can
also be counted on fingers
If
only one could be brave
And
objective
And
patient
And
see through the numbness that the cacophony and madness
That
adulthood, with all its responsibilities,
Makes
of life.
To
see that every man is given both a blessing and a curse
That truly defines him
And
the two are interwoven so tightly together
That
the act of pulling them apart
Can
sometimes take not just a lifetime
But
also life.
