For months upon months
I struggled hence:
To a fantasy I clung intense
I was plagued by shame
By fear, by noise
And by the sense that
This isn’t natural for boys
With anguish deeply raw and tense
I had a “Boys don’t cry” type sentiment
I didn’t love and accept my desire
While burned inside an unholy fire
The tender places of my heart
Crushed, erased, and torn apart
But after months of self-confliction
I realized the truth it was not an affliction
For my wounds run deep
And from loneliness sprung
The deepest need to be held by one
My mind imagined a woman’s embrace
Her holy efforts to make me feel safe
So finally I’ve embraced the truth
That it’s not wrong to want to be soothed
So here I am alone, unhealed
But at least now I have permission to feel
And I’ll move on step by step
Waiting for the day when I can connect
To someone who can touch my heart
My problems aren’t solved but it’s a start
I’ll keep my habits slow and steady
Prepare myself so I’ll be ready
And listen to the fatherly voice of Christ
Let him care for His son’s trembling cries
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Author:
Lewis O’Carroll (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem reflects on confronting the silent expectation that men must always remain composed, invulnerable, and in control. While I felt only a small amount of shame about the actual act of crying, my real internal struggle was with a deeper "boys don't cry" sentiment—the belief that I shouldn't be messy, broken, or rawly needy. For months, overwhelmed by deep trauma and isolation, I found myself driven by an intense, illogical desperation for a woman's tender emotional care—a profound need to be held, soothed, and made to feel safe. Driven by that uncontainable pain, I acted on trauma-led impulses in an attempt to ease the ache, putting my vulnerability out there without a filter because keeping everything bottled up inside had become impossible. Writing this piece marks the moment I stopped viewing that deep need for comfort and connection as an affliction or a flaw. It is an honest look at facing emotional wounds, shedding the remaining shame of feeling undone, and giving myself full permission to feel as I rebuild step by step.
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There are strong differences between men and women but needing support and tenderness is not one. Nicely done
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