As a man society, the first woman we ever love, is our mother.
As the years pass, men are subject to
stringent social norms. Norms that make it hard, for men to express feelings.
Love becomes taboo, love becomes a sign of weakness. When it is time for us to
court, we are lost because we have blocked out how to love as a child.
How to be fearless, and blinded a thought. If
I could go to the past and ask my former self why I ever learned how to stand,
I assure you the only reason I learned to stand was to touch my mother's face. The
first word I spoke was only to call her name. I would wake from my dreams, just
to see her. Her face is an image so beautiful that I dare not to dream it.
Now, fear has taken refuge in the
space, where she would reside. I was never that strong, but I grew only so I
could protect her, in the same way she protected me. Now, the years have passed
and she is far away, I have coped with the storms raging, outside. I have
learned, that the woman I will eventually grow to love will have an unusual
power. She will, be able to help me defend against, myself.
