How Men Are Taught to Process Emotion
a brief poem
And I don't know why
I cried at the thought
of saying goodbye
to an old brown rug.
But I did -
so it sits now
rolled up in the basement
beside my unexplained feelings.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This was originally a brief excerpt of a longer poem - but I read this clip of it and felt that this carried the heart of the piece by itself. I may publish the whole piece later at some point, too, if it feels right! Also, I would like to say that I fully believe all men are 100% responsible for processing our own emotions and doing the work of learning how to navigate our internal worlds more healthily; I just titled the piece as it is now because I realized, in breaking down my feelings, what a poignant image this scene makes for how so many of us were trained (intentionally or not, on individual and societal levels) to just stuff things down. Anyhow, I hope it speaks to you! Thank you, kindly, for stopping by and reading my work. Hope you are well, friend.
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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