Right or wrong I give you this gift
Self doubt, and guilt, do not make it any easier
Why can I cry?
For so many other things tears do not come close
Short of the cheap manipulation of film and TV
But the sobs for you are real
The pain lingering and numbing
A contradiction in emotion
Struggling to find the love to fill the void
Inevitable comparisons invalid as they are inescapable
The national trait of self repression
Mistaken for stoicism and a lack of care
Wrong and right
Fear and sadness
The weight ever present
In spite of the best laid plans
Moving on from the onward rush
Cowardice is an ugly and unpoetic word.