The Strength of a Man ? ( Or You 2 )
The Strength of a Man ? ( or You 2 )
Where does it lay
Not arms of muscle brawn
Or in clay sinew to withstand
Nor in adept ability not to be shaken
By the tears of emotion
No it does not begin with this position
Of providing house and home
Bills paid
Or in blood flow defense of a nation
It does not lay in his resolution of promises
So easily broken
Not in the prowess of possession
Or sexual accomplishment
Where does the strength of a man lay
As a man; I will tell you
It lays in his weakness
In the last and final wall broken
It lays in his trembling hands
When he holds his love
All the power of surety’s confidence
By all those things of sinew and blood
Dismantled by love
Where does his strength lay
It lays in the heart of his love
Naked undefended
Capitulation of all his resolve to be a man
It lays in the arms
And crying like a baby
To the breast of his beloved
Woman
It lives and breathes for her protection
And wounded so, he can see himself
And lay himself out for the breaking
The strength of a man
Lays in his undisguised adoration
In the most pathetic of need
The strength of a man lays stripped and open
And confesses life without her love
Would scour his life to nothing
You have said I am strong, you said in awe
“You have so much strength”
But I, my love, am utterly worthless
Just a chrome plated hunk of timbre
A life’s orchestrated flat-line to remember
Of appearance
And semblance
Of a man
Nothing in all my strength
Without you
So just give me
Make me see
My weakness
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