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What did it mean to fall, to grieve, to weep
He never moved towards weakness, he knew it meant he could no longer call himself a man
Trapped between a tsunami of emotions and a rhythm that produced a chorus humming “release, release, release’
But, releasing would mean relinquishing power he faintly held onto
Strength was noble, praised, honorable
He felt his resolve cracking
With each cut and rejection
The armour he protected with sarcasm, curt replies, and machoism was fading
He saw weakness and softness on others and dreamt of attaining such freedom
But while others were watching he kept his resolve his respect his so called dignity
Then she cracked him
Her warmth and softness shook him
She grabbed him and pressed his hardened skin to her clammy chest
“Feel” she commanded him to feel her life
He cracked
“Breathe” she commanded him to let go of the prison society banished him to
“Cry” she commanded him to grieve- his childhood, abandonment, betrayal, love loss
“Rest” she commanded him to lay with her and be at ease
“Love” she commanded him to be full and confess the words she knew he buried inside himself for whenever he would thaw
They wept together and mourned the freedom lost to strength and welcomed a life of weakness and comfort.