Sufferer’s Fuel
All that pain, all that suffering.
Moments maimed by the sting of shame, clarity’s wisdom buffering, anchored by the weight of blame and blustering.
The clustering fear, stuttering in blind tears, losing the grip on the wheel to steer into the clear.
The wounds are deep, but they open up the soul, there’s treasure in this bloody hole.
Gnawing, raking, blistering are the torturous truths faced in the tribulations of meaning and construction.
The forging fire sharpens the bold sword, integrity’s induction.
In the pain and suffering is either our salvation or our destruction.
Fall for the seduction or get to production.
What’s your instruction?
I think a lot of young men see themselves, for various reasons, as gross and disgusting and, as a result of buying into that lie, at least on some level, they don’t form the close, brotherly, platonic friendships with other young men and they turn to drugs, alcohol, gambling, porn, hook ups, and/or masturbation to numb the pain they feel inside.