From the men
Even though I don’t cry,
it doesn’t mean I don’t suffer.
Tears are not my way,
but I do have a way.
Even though I don’t talk,
it doesn’t mean I’m not listening.
Talking is not my way,
but I do have a way.
Even though I don’t grieve as you grieve,
and I don’t heal like you heal,
it doesn’t mean I don’t hurt,
it doesn’t mean I’m not trying.
Even though it’s not your journey,
please honor my journey.
My pain is my own, as is my suffering.
I too know the hurt. I too feel the poison.
Even though my path will not be like yours,
I must walk mine in my way, in my time.
My heart is broken, my pieces are many.
I too live the grief from our child’s death.
Even though our ways are different,
our shattered lives are the same.
Walk with me, hand in hand.
Hold my heart and we can heal together.
Even though I don’t cry,
it doesn’t mean I don’t suffer.
Tears are not my way,
but I do have a way.
Even though I don’t talk,
it doesn’t mean I’m not listening.
Talking is not my way,
but I do have a way.
Even though I don’t grieve as you grieve,
and I don’t heal like you heal,
it doesn’t mean I don’t hurt,
it doesn’t mean I’m not trying.
Even though it’s not your journey,
please honor my journey.
My pain is my own, as is my suffering.
I too know the hurt. I too feel the poison.
Even though my path will not be like yours,
I must walk mine in my way, in my time.
My heart is broken, my pieces are many.
I too live the grief from our child’s death.
Even though our ways are different,
our shattered lives are the same.
Walk with me, hand in hand.
Hold my heart and we can heal together.