For men, courage is a goddess
And we worry she will reject us
Leaving us in familiar fear
We’re just so lost sometimes
Surrounded but feeling alone
No amount of countenance or counting,
Be it gratitude or longitude,
Can stop the creeping aloneness
The not togetherness
The disconnection, the schism
I can’t connect, but I can feign
It’s something practiced and refined now
It only works in public spaces,
The crowd of those that love me
Never retreating that feeling of being
Alone and lonely is ne’er fleeting
It’s pulling and magnetic
Like a simple flip and it would repel
But that’s not where I am at
Hah, courage is easier when supported
Funnier still: Inevitably, we will be by ourselves
Until we are beside ourselves
For escaping our fear is a race
A race we are not trained or equipped for
Against something we cannot outrun
It is in these moments
Where we make the poor choices
The choices that redefine us
So we are feeling less than we are
Where we sink into our depths
Thinking we will come out the other side somehow
Here is where courage as a goddess reigns
Her presence terrifying and powerful
How can we aspire to that?
Not here, not now, not like this!
Voracious clicking and clacking to find
ANY meaning ANY at all
Until we are so sick of doing good that doing bad seems right
You want to know courage?
Being in that place, that space, that woe, that wrong!
That’s where courage lives.
In those silent moments no one will ever see or hear about
When no one will praise or acknowledge your ascension
Where your transcendence is a secret for only you to know,
To say “I didn’t give in. Tonight, I was better”
For only the goddess and you to hear.