Maybe,
the true measure of a man
isn’t that he’s always strong,
and never has fear or tears--
maybe,
the true measure of a man
is his ability to cry,
to cling to a stronghold
in a storm,
to lean on the arms
of his closest friends
when he can’t stand up on his own--
to let those supporters hold him,
carry him through the shadows,
and chase away the darkness.
YOU ARE READING
If You Knew Me
PoetryThese are the words that my fingers write and my heart cries when my mouth can't speak.
