Manhood Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Manhood



Wondering what to do with his life, looking for things to
occupy himself.

Always on the go, never wanting to stop and let anyone
know that he hurts inside and needs love too.

Filling his days with endless occupations trying to let
his uniform fill his need for love and acceptance.

Needing to feel acceptance for what he is, not for what
he can accomplish.

So little worth for such a great man, he wears it all upon
his badge and never lets it sink in.

Rejecting his goodness by listening to his subconscious,
he becomes a little boy again.

Trying hard to find his manhood, not realizing fully,
that he's already stepped into it years ago, his mind
just hasn't learned to grasp the fact of it yet.

Knowing that he soon will find himself, he keeps running
in all directions, hoping he can outrun the outcome and
not have to face it.

After all, problems don't just disappear if you learn to
ignore them.

Put in proper perspective there is no mother here to
straighten things out for him.

Never having learned to do things on his own, he's sliding
through life actually ignoring himself.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014
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Inspired by a police officer friend of mine years ago, he has since died from a heart attack. I miss him.
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