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Didn't Warn Me
Many years of work
I've broken the shell
became "in-touch with" my feelings
Let life move me
Heard their pain
They didn't warn me..
...how exposed it would leave me,
like a tortoise without a shell.
I expected to find great joy inside,
pain, fear, sadness, and grief.
So... that's where I put it,
all these years.
Sometimes I miss:
The days of being numb
The joy of false confidence
The ease of justification
The excitement of reckless chaos
Where do I go from here?
The thing I despised,
the thing I didn't trust,
the thing I feared
would expose me the most.
This is the answer, the path for me:
my undiscovered brothers, my fellow men,
connecting to God through them
The path is slow; the evidence is quiet
so easy to forget...
no going back.
Drawing by Martin Brossman © 2006
Fear of Intimacy so Deep Our fears of intimacy, so deep, so unconscious, Curled up in a corner of our heads even write a heartfelt poem or two Dipping your toe, is not swimming! Who do you turn to in need, in pain? Mostly women for me. Ripping off another mans chance to nurture. Know the cost? the cost is our sonís souls.
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